Miguel From The Road To El Dorado นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dante I was halfway down the corridor before the weight of Miguel's rushed footsteps caught up behind me. His breathing was a bit faster than usual, nervous. I didn't need to look back to know he was unsettled. "Who did you say they are, again?" I asked, eyes forward, voice calm even though I already felt something twisting in my gut. "The Sombra Negra cartel," he replied. "From Tijuana." I stopped walking. Everything paused in that moment.

Three years after my release from prison, I ran into my ex-wife in the presidential suite of the most exclusive hotel in Bayshore. It had been years since I last saw her. She was draped in a silk robe, radiating wealth. When she recognized me, something unreadable passed through Cecily Monroe's eyes. "On the day you got out, why didn't you wait for me to come pick you up?" I said nothing and handed over the takeout. Her gaze dropped to the scar on my wrist, and her breath caught. "I went too far with that. But you've always been tougher than Adrian. You can always get back on your feet." She was talking about what happened six years ago, when Adrian Burke was involved in a catastrophic

knocked the door. Miguel had had enough. He asjed the driver to stop the car. He would face this man and make him state his business. He would further threaten him. He thought. He whined down the glasses of the window to see a man in tears. It was not what he had expected to see. He was a young man and he looked like someone really in need of help. “What do you want from me “ asked Miguel. “I need your help. I need money,my mother has been kidnapped "said james “ how is that my business?“asked Miguel” please sir,you are my last hope. They will kill her. I know that you can help me” said James with plea in his tone. He still had tears running down his cheeks. Hus eyes were blood shot red ju

Miguel said, sweating like a priest in a strip club. I tried to flash him a reassuring look even though I was breaking myself. These men didn’t look like police officers. They were definitely part of a gang but which gang? Humbertos? Rival of Miguel’s crew? Or… no. Please not Sanchez. “Get out of the car!” We stepped out slowly. “Is there a problem?” Miguel asked, trying to play dumb. “Don’t act clueless. You know what you did.” “I’m confused…” “You’re traveling with another man’s property.”

He'd sniff it out in a nanosecond and be sitting on death row. I’ve been saving what I can, and I’ll get myself out of the mess I’ve made. A few more months, and I can hire an attorney and beat feet to somewhere he’ll never find me. I tried to leave a few times, and I know the local motel, and even the Big Easy won’t work. I had forgotten that I talked so much about wanting to visit New Orleans. He found me and brought me back both times. My bank account was depleted with that trip.

Robert divulged, as he got up to his feet. “Tony!!!” Miguel screamed his name from the courtyard. “Someone get me Tony and win a thousand grand.” Miguel announced to the guards in the courtyard and went back into his cabin. In less than five minutes, Toni was dragged into the cabin by one of the guards. “I saw him at the river, he was fishing I guess but I had to bring him here because you wanted to see him.” He divulged as Miguel tossed a thousand dollars towards his direction. “Robert, you're no use now. You can leave, we're even now.” Robert nodded his head as a sign of concession to Miguel's words.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"

"Don't let them take me. I want to go with you. Please don't let them take me. Please." "They're not going to take you. I'm right here okay." he said softly into my ears. "Do you have any idea what happened to her, Mr.Miguel?" "No. She probably had too much to drink. If we get to he pack house, I want you guys to take extra care of her. If any harm comes to even a hair on her head, I will track you punks down." "We respect that." Suddenly, the lights slowly began to turn out and the last thing that I felt were the soft seats in the back of Miguel's car.