Manolo Sanchez Novels & Stories

This is— “Mr. Sanchez.” The voice hits me before I turn around. Deep, with the barest hint of an accent. It fills the room like heavy, inescapable smoke. I turn and—fuck. Vincenzo Casano doesn’t just walk into the room. He claims it. Like the air itself rearranges to accommodate him. He’s tall—even taller than I expected—and built like someone who doesn’t just go to the gym but owns it. His suit is clearly bespoke, molding to broad shoulders and a powerful chest.

I laid on the cold marble tiles as I waited my defeat. "Samantha!"We turned towards the voice. Manuel was standing at the foot of the staircase gloriously shirtless with his exposed ripped body and vibrating biceps.I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I said, glaring at him. “I don’t think you did the best job at that. Unless you’re speaking about the compass, of course” Nicolas said, turning to face me. I raised an eyebrow at him, and putting a hand on my shoulder, Nicolas squeezed it gently “and I am not Dante’s brother, Alessandro. Us sharing the same father does not and will never mean that we’re siblings; therefore, the next time you want him to mind his limits with his ‘big brother’, I don’t think that you should refer to me” Nicolas walked toward the veranda, opening the door “I’ll be outside if you need anything”

My gaze drifts to the man he was with earlier. “That’s Carlos.” Sanz smiles, wagging is brows in a frenzy wave. “He’s an ER doctor, and… I've been seeing him for the past couple of days.” A sly smile crosses his face, and he winks at me. “You’re gay?” I whisper, my voice full of shock. “I’m Bi. I'm kind of a greedy prick.” He adds with a smile filled with pride. “I had no idea!” I lowly exclaim. “No one ever does. It's so much fun gorging everyone’s reaction the first time I tell them.” He snickers.

, the man threatened lowly, making it seem like a friendly chat between two men. He turned on his heels and started walking out of the bathroom but stopped just at the door. “To answer your question….”, He turned to face Christian. “I am Alan Poza” Christian frowned, not really knowing the name. “Some call me The mad man of Valencia”, with that the man walked out.

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

"There was Brandon Moore, Elijah Weber, Henry Ynurritegui, Santiago Colmenarejo, Samuel Domenico, and either Oliver Sandro or Santosh—I'm not entirely certain, but I know he owns a construction company. And then there was William Williams. Yes, that's the name I'm sure of." Rominic's brow furrowed as he considered the unfamiliar name. "What kind of name is Ynurritegui?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain. I shrugged noncommittally, and Rominic muttered something under his breath before hissing and cursing, apparently recognizing the Colmenarejo I had mentioned. He seemed intent on making this person's life a living hell, though I confess I wasn't paying close attention, my own thought

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

Cesar glared at the man beside him. “He tried to escape sir. We had to...” The man started to explain. “If he doesn’t give me what I want, you’re dead.” Cesar growled at him. “Yes sir.” Cesar faced Lorenzo. “My name is Cesar. Cesari Sandoval. Rings a bell?”. He asked. “Don’t give a fuck who you are.” Lorenzo spat.