Novel & Cerita Miguel From The Road To El Dorado

Xander cocked an eyebrow at the man as they made their way out of the police station. “At the Deputy District Attorney to be precise.” Miguel smirked. “That explains a lot actually.” Xander chuckled. “Hey, Selena said she had big news but she never got to tell me what it was.” Serenity asked out of the blue, suddenly remembering her friend’s words after the service today. “I’ve been offered a position as District Attorney in Los Angeles.’ He smiled. Miguel was actually a US citizen, he chose to move to Mexico for work after his brother was killed and his killer was never brought to justice.

******************************** FINALE 💎Elva's POV💎 Mig was driving along a narrow road between two outcrops of rock. I could see a wide fertile valley on the lower slopes of hills. I caught the glimpse of the silver ribbon of a waterfall..it was so small and cute. I look forward to where Mig was driving me to. I looked over at him and saw that he was concentrated on the road, looking so cute. Some strands of his thick black hair laid on his forehead, giving him an incredible look.

“Graham never touched alcohol.” “I need to talk to those witnesses,” Jackson growls, his voice like sandpaper. He jerks his head toward Miguel, who’s been leaning against the passenger side of a matte-black Jeep this entire time — still, silent, unreadable. Like he’s been waiting to be deployed. Miguel doesn’t speak. He just nods once, slow and deliberate, and then steps off the car like a cougar slipping off a branch — all silent muscle and cold intent. He gets in and drives, vanishing into the fog, already hunting.

“You ever think maybe we went too far at that house?” “No.” “You sure?” Angelo didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at his coffee cup. The silence dragged. Then he walked over to the kitchen table, picked up his phone again, and dialed a number he hadn’t used in months. An old junky from the edges of town. The kind of guy who saw everything because he never went nowhere. The line rang twice. Then a scratchy voice answered, “Yeah?” “You seen Miguel?” A pause. Then, “Ain’t seen him. He was at that gas station off the highway. Actin’ twitchy. Kept lookin’ over his shoulder like someone was followin’ him.”

The man who stepped out of the car was the same one Isabella had met earlier that afternoon—Miguel. “Miss, it’s you!” Miguel exclaimed, clearly delighted to see her again. “You?” Isabella’s voice came out faint, her face pale and her eyes still puffy from crying. “Have you been crying?” Miguel asked, narrowing his eyes as he studied her expression. “No,” Isabella shook her head quickly. “Don’t lie,” he said gently. “You clearly have. You can talk to me if you want. And… what are you doing walking alone on a road like this?”

He paused and continued, “Miguel wasn’t just the head of security of Don Deangelo, he was way more than that. He was the one that safeguarded all the private information and dirty secrets of the dons in this city; he was a true knight that no one actually talked about, he was a hero.” I swallowed hard, unsure if Miguel deserved the tribute; he once terrified me. As the man continued giving his speech, curiosity pricked at my chest, but my focus drifted. The crowd’s attention shifted, heads turning as I followed their gaze. A wave passed through the crowd of men in black as Deangelo rolled into view in an electric wheelchair. My heart skipped a beat. How had he gone from standing just minutes

"I messed up, and Luke tried to kill me. I had to get out of there fast. Ended up here in Mexico." Carlos nodded, his mind racing. This was more than enough. "That's wild, man. You're braver than I thought." Miguel laughed, clearly drunk and pleased with himself. "Yeah, well, it wasn't my best job, but I got out alive." Carlos made sure to keep Miguel drinking until he was nearly unconscious, then drove him home. Once Miguel was safely inside, Carlos stepped out of the car and made a call to Martin. "It's done," he said simply.

It stood in sharp contrast to the peril that had pursued them to this location. Miguel responded, "This is my limit," and he turned off the engine. On the pier, he pointed to a tall, wiry man who was waiting. That's Eduardo. The safe house is where he will take you. Miguel accepted a hefty package from Solomon and tucked it under his jacket after nodding. He sarcastically responded, "Good luck," before reversing course and vanishing upriver. Eduardo guided them onto the pier while evaluating each person with his keen eyes. "Come with me," he urged abruptly as he guided them through the village. The residents looked on with interest but remained silent, their faces displaying a mixture of dis

"There was a blast in the early hours of today on the Delaquez roadway. The conspicuous multi-worldwide financial specialist Miguel Salvador was associated with the mishap. We have no further news on the circumstance except for we really want to believe that he gets better soon." Miguel rose, gazing at the screen in the emergency clinic as the journalist displayed a video of him twisted around Miguel's harmed body and afterward his vehicle on fire. He reviled uproariously, surprising a couple of the medical caretakers as he gazed at the screen. The news was out and every one of the Wears would begin attempting to go after Miguel's tasks, presently they realized he was harmed. Joanna ran into

His eyes were glued on me as he spoke with Mother Superior, laughing like they've known each other for years. "Penelope dear, please come here." Mother waved toward me. I quietly walked towards her, my heart beating faster than it'd ever beat before. "Penelope, Meet Miguel he is a dedicated donator to our parish and this Orphanage." Mother smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Miguel." Why hadn't I seen him prior to today? "Miguel traveled a month before you started your discernment, and from what he tells me he traveled to Turkey." I have never seen Mother be so happy in a long time.