Miguel Mike Ramirez Novels & Stories

Miguel cried out in pain—his leg was wounded. “Even if you kill me, I’ll never tell you where she is!” Miguel shouted, trying to endure the pain from Ryan’s relentless kicks. “You really want to die, huh?!” Ryan threatened. Miguel laughed bitterly as he pressed on his bleeding leg. “I’m not afraid of dying, Mr. Salazar,” he said boldly, infuriating Ryan further. “Even if you bury me alive, you won’t get anything from me.” “We’ll see if you’re still that brave when you see the gift I brought for you,” Ryan sneered before turning to his men. “Bring in the gift I got for him.”

I quickly opened the document Susan had given me, and the photograph in it appears to be of the same person who is currently seated in front of me. The guy I slapped at the Motel last night and made out with two days ago, is Miguel Rodriguez.! The apparent heir to the Rodriguez fortune! He is right in front of me!!!

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I asked after pulling out of his hands, "Alex told me ho, w, "he said smiling. "You want to come in?" I asked Do you want me to come in" he asked staring into my eyes, I could feel my heart melt into his. "Yes, come on," I said. dragging him into the house, with a burst of happiness I never knew I had till now. We went into the house as my father looked at him with a little surprise on his face. "Good day Mr. Williams, I'm so sorry we have to meet like this, my name is Damian Anderson, he aid while exchanging pleasantries with dad.

Travis Maybe this was a bad idea hosting the game while Kaylee and her friends used the pool , I wish I didn't notice that a particular girl barley legal has on a thong bikini I also don't like the way the guys are looking at her ,or how I am looking at her as she laughs with a boy I don't recognise is he her boyfriend?. "I don't remember high school girls looking like that while i was in high school " Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for.

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

the Sacerdote’s voice resonates, and I struggle to suppress my bitterness and disbelief. My father, in his way, only cared about himself, a trait that only began to change towards the end. As the Sacerdote continues his sermon, I scan the crowd, searching for familiar faces. Mike is there, offering me a sad smile filled with empathy. Time has etched its mark upon him, with gray hair framing his temples and wrinkles etched around his eyes. And then, my gaze lands on him. I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing.

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.