Mario Lopez Ethnicity Novels & Stories

Mario then aimed again at his other leg. "Wait, wait, wait!" he stretched out his hand, beckoning Mario to refrain from shooting him. "I wasn't feigning ignorance when I said I'm my own boss. I don't work for Juan Carlos. We just did business a few times in the past. That's all." "Is that so?" Mario sat upright, leaning into the chair. "And did that business involve the brutal murder of a detective, and his entire family?" "What?" he furrowed his brow. "I wouldn't do such a barbaric thing. How could I murder such innocent girls?"

"I heard some of the men referring to you as whores." Aria laughed, her deep-set eyes crinkling at the corners. "It’s not a derogatory word around here. Some of us were born into this world, others were saved from the outside and brought here. Everyone is respected around here. No one can do anything to us without our permit. Mariano is one of the best Don's we've ever had. He's strong, ruthless, a great leader, and loves the family. My father told me that he's exactly like his great grandfather, Salvatore. Everyone loved him." I nodded. Well, if they were so passionate about him…

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

Darwin had brown hair and he seemed like a total pervert. "I am Archie Cordero , and I am not single, but I do prefer older women" He said making a quick glance to Mrs.Villanueva. Archie has shorter black hair, parted down the middle with a stray bang in his face and the tips fanning out. He was very young looking. "I am Marison Yul . But you can call me Mar" Mar had was really tall and muscular. He had dark brown hair and dark skin; he looked as if he was Mexican.

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

Stephanie snapped at the man with open hostility, and I saw the guards already moving to remove him. “Wait. I’ll answer him.” Lorenzo lifted a hand, signaling for them not to drag out the kamikaze journalist. “No, I’m not afraid of being criticized. In fact, I challenge anyone to come here and tell me to my face that my Luna is worth less because she’s an Omega. Is that what you think?” He answered with all the arrogance of a man who owned this territory. “No, no, Patriarch. I’m only voicing other people’s concerns. The King...” the man replied, trying to keep his pants dry.

“While I doubt that Diego of this fact, you are not going to be foolish enough to hurt a man that is not only your sister’s mate, but is also innocent of his father’s accusations.” “Just like us, he has suffered enough to lose for a man to die. If he is strong enough to look at all of us, and if he chose to stand against his father to start a new pack, whether or not he is your sister’s mate, you are going to be forced to work with him as long as I say that you do. Am I making myself clear?” Mario asked, glaring daggers at me. “Or else what? Are you going to put her in my place?” I asked, and Mario chuckled, shaking his head.

Her dad is Korean, and she looks more like him than our mom. Her dad and our mom were married for a decade before he decided he liked his second family better. They got divorced. And shortly afterward, mom met my dad, Jacob Gonzalez. My dad is Chilean. I look more like my mom. My mom, Maryanne, or Mary for short, is a white woman. She always had a thing for dating other ethnic groups. I think it has something to do with her upbringing.

Mayor Perez winced in pain, "What are you talking about? Who are you?" "I'm Carlo Don El Marco, that's right but, you don't know the true story about me. I'm not his legitimate son, I'm a bastard from another woman and not entitled to climb to the cartel throne. They treated me like sh+t and sent me far from home to a battle of no return while the legitimate son is groomed to become the boss of the cartel operation. I am much better than him! He doesn't even know how to handle a gun but me, I've killed men, a lot em' "

“His name is Santi. You don’t know him? He’s friends with Xander.” My brows furrowed with the name. Xander has a lot of friends whom I have met already but I don’t remember meeting someone named Santi. Maybe a new friend? “He studies here too,” Elize said. “His full name?” “Santiago Lopez.” “Hmm, Santiago Lopez,” I murmured. I know of the Lopezes here. They’re the owner of LHR in Baler. Does that mean he’s related to the Lopezes of Baler?