Manny Jacinto Novels & Stories

MIDNIGHT’S PROPOSAL CHAPTER 63 [So the truth loitered, but never once it would remain silent, the justice sough after would soon get unconcealed] It was Sunday, and it was much earlier, when Jacinto paid a visit to the graveyard in Belize. Same usual job, and same tiring day, but it was enough to fil his stomach, that’s what matters to him. He is an old gentleman nearing his 50’s, but Jacinto seems to be much stronger, and still agile for his age. Perhaps, the constant walk, and his leisure had keep his bones intact, and not sick. Unlike most of those around his age who are already on their death bed. However, his greying hair had not deny how much years he had left.

Did you sleep well? - Yes, Jennifer replies with a deadly look, I slept well, darling. - Slept well, master, Aïcha responds. - Are you ready for work? - No, I’m not going today, Jennifer tells me. - Why? Are you sick? - Yes, she still looks very angry at me. After eating, I call the three young girls into my office where I find Mario waiting for me. - Hello, Mario. - Hello, boss. - Hello everyone, I didn’t introduce myself officially; my name is Carlos Castro Vargas, the godfather of the Mexican mafia known as the royal eagle.

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

NARRATOR “Sir, just as you ordered, I took that Luca guy’s phone when he slammed into me trying to escape through the crowd,” the man said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. Angelo was the one who reached out and took it from his deft hands. His driver had once been one of the most “talented” thieves in the city, until a bossy woman who captured his heart and a baby on the way made him go straight. “Well done, Patricio.” That was all Lorenzo said.

Ten minutes later, Don Victorino returned, his brow furrowed at Uno's absence. "Where is Juaquin?" "Uhmmm, he…he went to the restroom," Manuela said with a nervous smile. She wanted to ask Don Victorino about Uno's allergy, but realized that if he didn't know, Uno hadn't told him. Santi arrived shortly after, bowing before Don Victorino. "I apologize for interrupting, Don Victorino, but el señor asked me to fetch Ms. Manuela so he can show her around the hacienda." "Is that so? Good. You can leave Lucas with me; I've been wanting a grandchild for a long time," Don Victorino said, looking at Lucas.

He said while he cocked his head to the side. "Alpha Alcander. The most powerful. Most ruthless, and most feared Alpha. You have no mercy on anyone." He said while he shook a little, and jumped when Alcander hand clamped around his shoulder. "The most feared." He turned around and gave me a wicked smile. I glared at him while my fist closed at my sides.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Manny P.O.V My name is Manuel Antonio Rodriguez. I was born November 8th, 1973 on the beautiful island of Puerto Rico. To parents Gloria and Alfredo. I’m the youngest of eight siblings. Five sisters, and two brothers. Growing up in the countryside of the island with my family was awesome. My parents worked in the city. And that’s where we attended school.

Elizabeth just ran her hand through her hair because of the irritation she felt. Her driver was silent for a moment before he spoke again, and answered her question. "His name is, Victor Samaniego." "Samaniego?" She whispered in the air after hearing the answer from the Mr. Peter. "Yes, Miss. He was an only son of the former CEO Uriel Samaniego and his wife Wendy Samaniego. After his parents migrated to the US, he managed their business and now he is gradually gaining a name in the business world . That's why... Mr. Gallagher is pleased to have a meeting with him today."