Miguel From The Road To El Dorado Novels & Stories

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.

He stood, wiping sweat from his brow, then moved to the side. Then the front. Then the opposite rear. His expression changed. Slowly. Gravely. “Three,” he said. “Three tyres.” My stomach dropped hard. Lucian exhaled sharply. “That’s not an accident.” Miguel knelt again, already reaching for the jack from the trunk with practiced ease. His movements were smooth, confident — the kind that only came from years of real, hands-on work. “I grew up in a small town,” Miguel said casually, though tension edged his voice. “My father owned one truck for ten people. If a tire went, you fixed it or you didn’t eat. I’ve changed more tires than I can count.”

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.

His gaze fell on the carved phoenix amulet that once belonged to Amarantha. He had loved her. Still did. And he had failed her. Just as he had failed their child. But not anymore. The very next dawn, Miguel, disguised and armored in travel-worn robes bearing no crest, arrived at Grimm’s safehouse in Country L. The guards stiffened when they saw him, but Cedric did not. They shared no formal greetings. Only a look. One of shared loss. One of unspoken vows. “You came,” Cedric said. “I should have come years ago,” Miguel answered. No one said another word.

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 calm, practiced tone grated against my nerves. “Yeah, you seem to have a lot of practice running,” I muttered. He ignored the jab. We moved Diego carefully into the SUV. The tension was unbearable as the guards double-checked the surrounding area before giving the all-clear. Isabel's POV The backroads stretched into darkness. The headlights barely cut through the fog drifting low over the hills. Miguel drove, knuckles tight on the wheel, his face pale with strain. I sat beside Diego, watching the flickering numbers on his monitor: