Mi Abuelo Es Un Peligro 3 Novels & Stories

"I— I don't remember how to," Abuela gave him a warm smile. His room remained dark but there was an oil lamp in her left hand as she said, "Just close your eyes and listen to my voice, love. Will you?" He nodded and closed his eyes, his Abuela's soft voice now floating through his room. "Dear Virgin Mary, thank you for keeping my grandson safe all this while. He has done... Certain things that put him in danger but I am truly grateful that he is alive. That he is well. And that he remains the most beautiful boy I ever set my eyes on. I come to ask one thing. For his sake. I want him to realize he's not alone. That no matter what happens, he has people around him who love him. Who would do an

"I think you need to see a therapist. Get your brain checked. Because clearly, you’re not sane." Abel’s grin only widened, his eyes darkening with a hint of something more dangerous. "Oh, really?" he said, his voice low and smooth. "Well, how about I tell my dad and my uncle the real reason behind this new drink production? How about I tell them it’s all to save Bailey from the mafia boss?" At that moment, the blood drained from my face. I had always known Abel was a thorn in my side, but this was something else. He was playing a dangerous game, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold it together.

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

"Now." All of them glanced at Abuelo, startled by his sudden outburst. "Oh, you think just because I'm in a wheelchair I can't kick your boys in the feet and get your fucking asses to sit down?" Abuelo added, eyes narrowed. Both of them exchanged one final glare, then slumped onto the couch. Silence fell, thick and heavy. Camila stood right beside Abuelo, watching, waiting, helpless. Then Abuelo continued, gaze piercing. "I don't want to hear a single argument until the boy is found safe and sound." He turned to Camila. "Get his head back together for me, please." Then, pointing a finger at Ernesto, "And as for you..."

He beat me to it. “Did something happen?” he asked, crouching beside me. “Did you fall again?” Then he turned to me directly. “Are you okay? Did anything happen while I was gone?” He looked like he blamed himself for stepping away, even though he had no reason to. I forced a small smile. “Thank you for your concern but I’m good. Nothing happened. Abuela just wanted to check on my leg.” “Oh, okay.” Kellan nodded, relaxing a bit. “That makes sense. Abuela is a healer, the last of her kind, actually and she’s really good at what she does.”

"I can. Just don't know when. Or, if you try to tease me, it might end badly for you." Moreau's half-open lips interpreted what tended to be implied as a threat. Abihirt had just said it outright. However, why should the man take it as teasing instead of challenging? There was no intention of simply seducing her stepfather to make them fuck so hard in bed. "Watch your language, Abi. You're not going to break Juan's hand and you never will." Not knowing at all, it took a direct statement from Abihirt's mouth that the man just wanted to scare her.

Impossible. Yet, this is possible. It’s in the way Alejandro shakes his head, in the sudden pity in his eyes. “I do like to play dirty, señora,” he says, “but not this dirty. This is a fair warning to be careful. And here’s another warning. Don’t wander around alone. You did smart taking Juan with you today. Until you learn your way around and even after that, just don’t do it. You don’t know who you might stumble upon or what their intentions might be.”