Mal And Carlos Novels & Stories

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.

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 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.”

Gray, Fin and Rael also did their part for fighting against Carlos’ groups. My sharp teeth pierced on his neck and then I hit him on the ground that made him create a loud painful groan. But he didn’t stop there and was about to attack me again when a loud sound of a gun surrounded the whole place. I stopped when Carlos fell on the ground soaked with his own blood. And there I found Ronald Madrigal…pointing his gun towards Carlos, indicating that he was the one who shoot Carlos. He looked at me and raised a brow. “I still can’t believe that there are creatures like you living in this world…” he said and put down the gun he’s holding. He slid his both hands inside his pants’ pocket and stared

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Clover asked. ——— The car stopped abruptly. Onora jolted. They had arrived, and she stepped from the car. “I see, you are doing well with your wife,” a voice said from the corners—a guy. “What are you doing here, Carlos?” Madden asked, his voice unfriendly. Why does Madden hate Carlos? Carlos looked exactly like Madden. Maybe they were twins, but twins don’t hate each other. So why do they hate each other? “Don’t be rude, brother, I came in peace.” Carlos smirked.

How did it go with Daniela? I typed back quickly, She's scared. And Carlos is planning something. We need to talk. But as I reached my car, I could see Carlos across the parking lot, standing next to a black Mercedes with dark windows. He was talking to a large man in a dark suit—Marcus, I guessed. Their conversation looked intense and private. Carlos looked up and saw me watching. Even from fifty feet away, I could see his smile, cold and hungry like a predator. He said something to Marcus, who nodded and got into the driver's seat. Then Carlos walked toward his own car, pulling out his phone as he moved.