Marvin Cortes Novels & Stories

Alessandro said, glaring at the man “you had the fucking balls to abuse my wife and daughter, have the same balls to come and face me, and it does not have to be from behind bars, under your fucking dog Mattia’s tight grip, or restraints of a chair” Dante stayed completely still as he listened to the man, and turning to face us, Alessandro nodded at us. He put a hand on Nicolas’s shoulder, pushing him forward, making sure that Dante, Leo, Nasia, and I were following before he walked toward the bar. He looked at me, and gave me a small smile. The bartender walked toward us, waiting to see what we would order “get us the strongest thing you have, and an orange juice for my daughter”

He put the tray on the floor and looked at me in a very disgusted way. This man looks a lot like Alejandro but he’s more on the leaner side. Alejandro is big and buff and I can tell that beneath his suit hides a powerful mass of body. The person who looks like Alejandro must be his youngest brother Antonio Cortes. I’ve heard of him. He’s a freak of nature, well not more than me but I kind of hate this waste of space. He’s slimy and has the vibe of a snake. I don’t know why Alejandro keeps him. I heard him said about the la familia code that they don’t betray each other but this one, this fucker gets on every last one of my nerves and I want to fucking spill his guts on the floor and stab hi

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

And all Undescriable pleasures of life. I had heard that Martin Knight Castillo who was the CEO of all the Castillo Corporation handed that position over to his twenty nine year old son, Damien Knight Castillo, who came back from abroad recently. No one had seen him at the hotel yet, but I heard the rich people talking about how handsome, cruel and heartless he was.

Cortez said to Manuel. Manuel made a slight grunt. "Alright! I'm going out to do some work first! Take it easy, you guys," Cortez chuckled awkwardly, then fearlessly said to Manuel, who had a black face, "Pay attention to some positions, or else be careful that your wedding might be postponed again." After finishing speaking, Cortez, who was in his fifties and still in good health, swiftly ran away. Britney and Manuel stared at each other, feeling extremely awkward.

Angelo remarked nonchalantly and joined Emiliano as they both looked at the black sky "The man is back in town"it was like the whole of Mexico was shifting to Canada, Emiliano knew who Carlos Castillo was. Carlos was a famous businessman some said he was a human trafficker and loved buying little girls for his satisfaction but the man who was even older than Vincent denied the claims saying he was just intelligent and had used his head to build his empire

“How long was Estevez there?” “Five months,” Marco said. “Then, terminated. But not by Cortez.” “Then by who?” “He died,” Marco said flatly. “Two weeks before the Paris summit. Car crash. No autopsy was made public. Cortez’s studio paid for everything. No family statement. No funeral records. Sealed report.” Ximena’s stomach turned. Not in fear—**in fury**. “Someone erased him,” she whispered. “Someone didn’t want him talking,” Marco corrected. “Someone who knew what he saw inside your vault.”

I swirled it around as Oscar begged for the purchaser's name. "Patience, Oscar, patience. I'm trying to help you out here." I smirked as I took a sip. "Who's the f*cking guy, Marco? Stop playing games," Oscar pleaded. It was hard not to play when I was so good at it. "Matias Castaneda. I'm sure you're familiar." "Damn it," was all he answered. He knew he was in deep sh*t. Nobody messed with Alpha Castaneda. He was enigmatic and stuck to the shadows. But, he had the reverence of all the packs in Miami proper.

Warrior Robbie “You fucking what!” I bellow unable to rein in my anger. I don’t mean to blurt the words out, but Nick gave me the reins of control here, so I’m just going to go with it. “They have my mate.” Alberto huffs out as his body appears to relax. Is he relieved that he told us? My reaction to his words is to call bullshit but something inside of me holds me back. I think Nick was right to want to listen to him before acting because, while I’m not sure if he’s 100% telling me the truth, I’m also not sure that he isn’t.