Marcella Cortez Romane & Geschichten

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

It only rings once before a deep, male voice answers. “Troy Cass.” I only wish I had a fork and a knife to stab the ugly black bird and put it out of its misery before ingesting this fantasy meal that involves swallowing my pride. My breath catches in my throat. “Mr. Cass, it's Marcella Castillo.” A pause. “Miss Castillo, how can I help you?”

Chapter 77 - Like not wanting to have sex? Marcela was sitting comfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel played in the background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met Gala images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marcela thought Jared Leto looked great in gucci so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had constantly surprised her with many gifts labeled gucci throughout the years. They were not as rich as Garreth or the Levetté's but they lived a very comfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner. Marcela pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase

Two rings. ...until a woman's voice answers me. “Mina Western?” “Who's talking?” I answer immediately, determined not to give my identity until you tell me yours. “Good to hear you again.” “I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are. Tell me or I'll hang up.” “No, don't.” “Then who are you, who gave you my number.” “I'm Marcella, Black Hamilton's wife. I hope I don't interrupt if you're not fucking my husband right now.”

"You. Stop right there." I paused. I did not turn my head. Marcella stepped into the dim light of the backstage corridor. She was wearing a crimson silk dress that screamed new money. Her cousin, Hazel, dragged behind her, looking miserable. "I need to know who designed that silver cloak immediately," Marcella demanded. She did not look at my face. She was staring at the empty wardrobe rack behind me. "Tell the designer I am buying it. Name the price. I want it delivered to my dressing room before the festival ends."

Marcella is Emma's best friend and his blind date. What a coincidence !!

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

“Our target this time is a woman. Julia Cortez. She’s the biggest trafficker in Latin America. Has ties to most of the cartels. She pays well for them to bring her girls. Again, Wyatt’s team is working on hacking into her finances. Once we get the go-ahead from them, we’ll coordinate so that the money leaves her account at the same time we finish our job.” Tank nodded. “Sounds good. Any idea on the plan?” He looked especially pleased with himself. He should. He was quite the help in making sure Petar experienced everything that the girls did. I was a little too squeamish to take care of part of it but Tank did it all with a morbid grin on his face. “Not yet,” Earl said, passing o