Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

Manuel stepped back, muttering, “Unbelievable. I leave everything, drive in the middle of the night to drag your half-dead ass out of that place, and now I’m the villain for defending myself?” He sighed and leaned against the wall. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. Probably already waking up.” Carlos slumped into a nearby chair, still visibly shaken. He buried his face in his hands, exhaling hard. Manuel narrowed his eyes at him. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Carlos looked up slowly. “What do you think?” Manuel groaned. “Carlos, come on. This isn’t just some fling. This is your father we’re talking about....the man you’ve walked away from for years. You told me last night that he owns S

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

Carlos After Warren undergoes a thorough medical examination and tests at the doctor's, we return to the mansion. He sits beside me in the car, choosing the backseat and appearing visibly drained and fatigued. Attempting to break the tension, I remark, "It's been a long night, hasn't it?" Warren's gaze shifts towards me, a look of inquiry clouding his features. With a furrowed brow, he voices his concerns, questioning me directly, "Carlos, did you kill the kid?"

I say. "I will go and get them. I believe that they will be relieved that you are at least able to hear them out. I don't know what they plan to do about Mary, but I believe they have a plan. You know, Donna and Donna Bellini will not do anything to put your life or the life of our Donna in danger, Don Angelo," Carlos says. I look at Carlos, I hope he is not in love with Mary. I do not believe Carlos will fall for somebody like her. However, it seems like he is feeling sorry for her. Carlos is a good guy. He has a good heart, and he knows when people are good and when people cannot be saved. He did not beg for Tommy. However, he did put in a good word for Mary, but I also believe that Mary c

"And Manuel, why did you let this old hag into the mansion? Don't you know that he has been blacklisted?!?" "You don't know shit, perra. Why don't you just stay out of this? I am not leaving until I see your boss, and I don't care if he is dead, I need my goddamn money!" Carlos continued to rant, pacing in front of the couch, his two henchmen relaxing on it, their legs crossed, cigarettes hanging from their lips, a clear sign of disrespect. Manuel, in his black suit, seemed out of his depth, attempting to soothe Carlos, but his words came off as weak and forced.

Dante said, sipping his drink as he looked at Candela. She scowled at him. **************** OUTSIDE THE MANSION Mario walked towards his car and reached to open it, but Carlos approached him. "Mario," "Yes?" Carlos stood in front of him. "I saw you," Mario furrowed his brows. "What are you...." "You and Camilla last night," Carlos retorted. Mario's face twitched. "How could you, man?" Carlos asked, making Mario look away. "I thought you loved your girlfriend," Carlos said.

Carlos jumps over a bench and blindly bashes through two dark suits, knocking one of them off of their butts. "Ouch!!" "Hey, what the fu*k is wrong with you!?! Wait, is that Carlos? Why was he coming from the gym?" Asked Jackson, another popular black suit known for his gangster vibes and bold appearance, most notably his brown-dyed, low mohawk. He grabbed the side of the wooden bench he was sitting on with his thick hands and arranged himself properly.

He smirks and nods, “I know the feeling.” She smiles, and looks at Carlos. There are now four Carlos’s in the kitchen, three cooking and one serving at the counter. The one at the counter gives Eddie a little wave. Eddie smirks and waves back, they were so lucky to have found each other. Eddie at seven-foot-six, and Carlos at five-foot-six were an odd couple, but very much in love. They’d gotten married quite a few years back, before she’d arrived here.

He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved. The Hispanic was Carlos. His parents had immigrated from Spain before he was born, and he was now a bail bondsman. He looked the part too. He had one too many buttons on his short undone, lots of chest hair, and gallons of hair product. Marcus sat all the way down at the end on the left. He was very tall and extremely muscular. He had been in the army and then become a SWAT officer when he returned back. His dark eyes felt like they could pierce a soul, so it wasn't surprising at all to think of any criminal running scared from him.

Carlos never took neat scotch; he always mixed it with something, so he was really pissed. “Now, Valentina, who goes in first, him or me?” “Excuse me?” “We are here, both your men or would you prefer a threesome?” “What?” “Now that's ridiculous; I don't share,” Theo said, and Carlos chuckled before saying they didn't have a choice tonight. “You're insulting me in my house?” I looked at Carlos, still shocked that he thought I could be shared. “I mean, you did fuck this prince when our breakup was still fresh.”