Mando Character Novels & Stories

Jazzy, Jason, Rodrigo, and Sandro were behind him. “I respect you… as my tutor, as my senior. But this is too much. I can't stand her ... She is also dangerous for all my men." Marco replied firmly. He respects Rodrigo like his own father, but he really can't stand Alpha Manny, because of her emotional ups and downs.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

I have to be the focus of the battle, not the prize. I rounded a corner, my breath coming in ragged gasps, when the figure emerged from the stairwell ahead, moving fast, low, and with the heavy efficiency of a professional retreating from a hot zone. He was Spanish, one of the veterans I recognized from the security rotations on the trawler—a man named Marco, I dimly recalled, known for his silent demeanor and the permanent shadow of exhaustion beneath his eyes. He wasn’t running in panic, but in tactical retreat, his submachine gun held ready, his face streaked with sweat and dust.

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.

he growled, startling me—finally showing he’d gone back to being the man he was known to be. I knew Mendoza’s reputation in Mexico. He was a man who lived by the rules of the underworld—loyal, ruthless, and disciplined. He’d let his cousin’s death show how much it had shaken him, a mistake that could have cost him his life, but apparently, the betrayal and the imminent danger had brought him back to reality. "I only make things harder for you. I only bring problems into your life," Angela’s whispered voice drew my attention. "You’d be much better off without me."

Young master Chapter 48 Welas and Alberto Mose enter the cellar, to torture Marvin, who they think is William. Marvin's face was covered in black cloth, and Welas quickly opened it. “Hah….” Compassion and Alberto were both shocked. "Who are you?" Welas asked. The man named Marvin looked up weakly. "I'm Marvin, Mr William's assistant." "Who told you to come?" Alberto snapped. "Master William, because he is visiting Fantasy Land, to meet his woman. So, I was asked to come here, replacing his business with meeting master Alberto Mose."

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

It looked as though they had seen and done far more than the typical gangster. They looked ready to kill. “I’m the CEO and developer for this project.” Mandy frowned, but still stepped forward fearlessly. “You can tell me what you want.” She had experienced the same thing in Niumhi before. She knew how to deal with this. A middle-aged man sucking on a cigarette and with scars littering all over his body came out. Anyone could see that he had lived by putting his life on the line every single day, and had gone through multiple heavy injuries.

Leonardo enquired "Turns out Armando had a son who was out of the country and with his father's death, he came in and assumed his father's position, I heard he went to a military school outside the country so he's very strong and strategic and his main goal right now is to avenge his father's death, I'd advise you to be careful Sir, his name is Fabio Armando and he will stop at nothing to kill you and avenge the death of his father" Jason said "Seems like I got myself an enemy" Leonardo huffed

Marcel says to the man as we approach extending his hand, the man takes it and they both squeeze each other’s hands as a friendly gesture. “It’s good to have you back boss, where I can actually do my job and keep an eye on you,” he says with his arms crossed and the roll of his brown eyes. His golden brown hair was combed over, and he has a five o’clock shadow covering his olive skin, the look on his face was so serious, unlike Mario, and Angelo’s playful personalities. He narrows his eyes toward me, looking at me as if I were the dirt beneath his shoe. “You haven’t got rid of her yet?” he asks boldly.