Miguel From The Road To El Dorado Novels & Stories

Returning my attention to the two men in the front seat, Xander had his legs plopped on the dashboard as he scrolled through his tablet. “Why are you the one driving Miguel, shouldn't this big head be kept busy all through the two hours ride?” I mused, eyeballing an unbothered Xander. Miguel chuckled softly, “actually, I am a better driver than Xander. He doesn't do long journey rides.” I hummed, “I see why he feels so confident spreading out his legs with no remorse.” He dropped the tablet on the side and turned to me. “Do you mind leaving me name out of your mouth for the rest of this ride?”

"If anything happens to me, you go straight to her. Understand? She'll keep you safe until I can talk to your father." Miguel had nodded solemnly, though he didn't fully grasp what was happening. All he knew was that his mother was gone, taken by Uncle Xavier's men, and now Roberto was saying that his real father—a man he'd never met—could save them all. But everything had gone wrong. The loud noises, the shouting, the sound of breaking glass. Roberto pushing him toward a back door. "Run, Miguel!" Roberto had shouted while running the opposite way. "Run and don't look back! Follow the map to the pier. Elena will be waiting!"

Aira's Perspective: Miguel and I were in the same place, but we kept our distance from each other. Earlier, while Mom and I were preparing food, we discussed Miguel. Even though he's here, Mom is determined to send Miguel back to where he truly belongs. I also asked if Miguel knew about Mom's illness. The shock on Mom's face confirmed that he did, though she didn't deny it. I didn't feel sorry for him, but I empathized because he had to suppress his emotions in our current situation.

Miguel replied as they stopped in front of the black Ford endeavor packed neatly in the yard. "Very well then, let's move, "Eden said as he entered the car. Miguel and Pedri sat behind at the passengers seat while Eden sat in the driver's seat. "So I'm gonna be your driver today uh? " He asked with a chuckle and they both laughed. "Yeah... You're the ghost rider, "Pedri remarked with laughter and they all laughed again before moving out. "How is it going over there? Is she moving out already? " He asked through the micro device in his ears

Trevor says goodbye and we start walking, leaving him behind. As we walk away Trevor glances at me. "It looked like he needed help." "And it seems to you that we are the Red Cross?" Buff and continue. Miguel Ángel criticized us for the fact that we did not steal a car and the police chased us. He was talking for forty minutes in which I only heard three, and nothing important. In the end, our stay in Honduras was shortened, because I managed to get Miguel Ángel fed up with me to the point where he didn't even want to see me or hear my name. I got on the private plane with a smile from ear to ear, which disappeared the moment we landed in Mexico and not in Italy. Of course my father would see

The road to redemption may be long and arduous, but Miguel is determined to embark upon it, guided by a newfound understanding. Leaving the hospital room behind, Miguel walks away, his footsteps filled with purpose. The echoes of his past actions linger, but he strives to embrace a future defined by forgiveness and healing. It is a journey fraught with challenges, but one that Miguel is willing to undertake, as he endeavors to find redemption and make amends for the consequences of his actions. In the end, Miguel's attack on Chris served as a turning point, a catalyst for self-reflection and growth. Through the crucible of his own actions, he learned the value of empathy, compassion, and the

Wasn’t it true that every father wanted a better life for his son? So when Jairo began feeding small details—delivery times, guard patterns, which vehicles Miguel preferred—Rodrigo passed them upward. Carefully. Measured. He received instructions in return directly from Mr. Murphy. It had been Rodrigo who loosened the saturated soil along the descent near Curva del Mirador. He hid there for three days and dug. Just enough interference in a mountain already heavy with rain. Nature would do the rest. It should have worked. It did not. Miguel had survived. The failure did not go unpunished.

Chapter 33 Miguel's rustic cabin was deep in the mountains, an hour outside Mexico City. I bounced along on the dirt road in his SUV as flashes of all those telenovelas in which some poor rich girl gets kidnapped, whisked off to some remote location played a rush in my brain. Except this time, I was going voluntarily. Sort of. "You sure no one knows about this place?" I asked, nodding around at the heavy woods surrounding us. Miguel's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. "Positive. It belonged to my abuelo. I'm the only one who knows about it now."

I was so close to losing most of them tonight, one crazy thing I hate is losing my men, I prefer to lose money instead. Money can always be replaced, but my men can’t be replaced, they are loyal to the core. And loyalty was hard to get, I took a huge gulp from the wine, allowing it to burn my throat. Miguel was once planted as a spy in the Fords household, instead he had a thing with one of the enemies daughter, who is now my wife. I stared at the untouched plate Eliz brought in few minutes ago, right now food was just pointless, it was the last thing on my mind.

" where am I now . you are in Honduras. my husband is a traveller he rescued the night he saw you in the pool of your own blood and he brought you back here with him to keep you safe.miguel's wife explained to her. " oh my God....Thank you so much" Lola wept in Miguel wife embrace for a while. how long have I been here? she asked six months Miguel wife answered. she sprang up from her knees. "no Way!! I need to go back home. my family.. my children.... that evening Miguel started a trip back to Texas with his wife because she felt insecured and insisted to go with them. the journey lasted for almost seventy two hours *********** Miguel and his wife Isabella opened their mouth in astonishment