Mario Lopez Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Inez said, resting her head on Mario’s shoulder. "His name sounds foreign?" Mario asked curiously. "Yes, he’s originally from Colombia, South America. I was on X yesterday and saw his post saying he wanted to visit Indonesia, so I messaged him. He’s a nice person, but you’ll have to speak English with him, Mario. Mr. Miguel Juan Diaz only speaks Spanish and English," Inez explained in detail. "Oh, okay. I can speak English, Inez. I used to compete in the Men’s Bodyshape contests, and there were Q&A sessions with the judges in English. During training camps, I also had trainers from outside Indonesia," Mario said.

He said clicking his fingers. "Who is your cousin?" I asked Nate. "Lorenzo Lopez." Brandon answered in his place. I choked and gasped for air, Nate noticed and tapped the back of my air. "I think you know him." He chuckled and I glared at him. Who wouldn't know him? The Spanish mafia boss, Lorenzo Lopez. "You never told me he was your cousin!" "You never asked." He shrugged, he didn't care about his reputation while I fucking did! Lorenzo is a dangerous Spanish man that killed over millions of people, he is really indestructible same thing for Carter and Kyle.

“Javier has told me so much about you.” “All of it untrue, probably,” I said. She turned to her husband, a big bear of a guy, tall and broad-shouldered with a scruffy beard. “This is Louis.” “With an O,” he said, as he shook my hand. “Louis is a second generation American,” Javier said. “He always wants people to know that his name isn’t Luis. Which my parents insist on calling him.” I knew from what Javier had told me that Louis was of Cuban and Spanish descent, much more Americanized than his in-laws, and his Spanish was almost as rough as mine. He worked in logistics for a big company in Doral, out by the airport.

"Yea,she's something like Latino or Hispanic and her mom is like Mexican I believe" "Yea,I can tell that she's Latino" "Because how crazy she is?" Jacob nods. "What about you?" "What about me?" "What's your nationality? I can see a little bit of Hispanic in you" "I'm Native American,I got it from my dad but my mom is black" "Really?" Jacob asked Sophia nodded. "I mostly look like my dad" "Nice,Native American.Now I see why you're so hard" Sophia laughed. "Yea,I'll never let my gaurd down.I must protect myself from harm's way"

Wendell glared at his boss and announced, "I think - I think it's flattering how you are struggling to guess my race, Sir, especially considering how I have worked for you for the past, I don't know... four years?" "No, I am not Chinese, nor am I from Japan. And no, I'm not Latino either. Sir Andrew, I'm sure you know by now that I am not a hybrid. I am one hundred percent Filipino." Wendell announced. "And I eat chicken adobo rice a lot. It isn't just any chicken." "Sure, my last name suggests it may be Spanish, but that's only because Spain colonized our country for so long," he explained. "Just look at my nose - it's broad."

I booked a one-way ticket to the United Kingdom. I thought it through last night. I’d enter as a visitor. Maybe within a year, I’d get lucky and land a job that could sponsor me. I didn’t care where I worked... office, cafe, school, I just needed to be far away from this life, from Mario, from the mess that never stopped growing. He had been arrested. I didn’t need confirmation, it was all over the news, and the money never arrived. Mario Santiago, the Mafia prince, handcuffed and shoved into a police car, accused of the murders of three men, my brother included.

That stranger had done the same thing he did to me. Hiding his identity. But with Mario, he used my name to earn his trust. So cunning of him... This could only mean Mario knew nothing about his face and-- "What does he sound like? American, right?" "Yes," He replied rather quickly, "It's an American gang and I have no idea where they are based. Their identity is mysterious and I didn't seek to know more about them since they're affiliated with our syndicate" This was understandable so I got to my feet and clasped my hands, "You should go home to your family and take a rest, Mario"

"I need to head out again soon. If I nap briefly, I'll just feel more tired." Leo shook his head and pressed his fingertips firmly against his eyes. Instead of insisting further, Eugene posed a question. "What's this about a New York big shot hiring someone?" Leo removed his hand from his eyes and looked at Valentine. Valentine silently leaned deep back into the sofa. Taking this as permission, Leo began to speak. "That guy from earlier is a member of a Puerto Rican gang here in Miami." Leo, who had said that much, rested his elbows on his knees and interlocked his fingers. Hunching forward, he paused briefly before asking:

“I know you’re curious but this news I’m about to say..” “Just say it!” I yelled and he rolled his eyes. “I found a lot about Liam, he had been working for Mario for almost ten years, Mario had saved him from prison... He’s working for Mario because he has no choice, Mario is one smart man. All his touts has families which they care for and he in turn keeps those families under his watch and if anyone tries to snitch or act smart boom his family is gone then he would join his family too..” Darrell demonstrated and Isabelle gasped.

he said with an expressionless face, scaring Boss Mario. Boss Mario cried, “I will tell the truth, I will tell the truth” “Now, answer me” Don Santiago requested, and stepped on his leg. Mario groaned and winced in pain, “I was paying Miko back, for taking over the underworld…” Bang! Don Santiago shot the other leg, without blinking his eyes, “aah!” Mario wailed, gnashing his teeth. “I was sent by Don Simeon” he wailed. Don Santiago frowned, he doesn't remember the person, Mario seeing this, commented “he is the new representative of the Organization, he is responsible for District Z, Miko refused to acknowledge him, so, he sent me to deal with his men and his wife, when he left Manila”