Novel & Cerita Miguel Mike Ramirez

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

There has to be an extreme reason for telling a human that you are supernatural or you can get in serious trouble. "I don't see how going into another territory intentionally looking for a Rogue pack is fun. Have you forgotten how dangerous they can be?" I see the flicker of pain flash across Ryan's face and as much as I don't want to drag up his painful memories, I need to make Tony think about this. Ryan's dad was killed by Rogues while on border duty 2 years ago and I know it's left him brokenhearted. And while I understand Tony's reasons for wanting to go there, it's still a fucking crazy idea.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

he says as he sets the bags down and moves the small vase with flowers on the coffee table, putting the bags down and begins to take food containers out. "We have... nachos WITH the works. Uh... I think Mrs. Kenz said this was... Mediterranean food?" he says, squinting an eye. The food looked so delicious, making, my mouth water instantly. I gasped, opening another food tray and seeing Mexican food. "Oh, my goddess, Ricky," I said, making him lift his hand. I gripped the tiny Street taco in hand, taking a big bite and moaning as the flavors exploded in my mouth.

had not heard about Micah lately but he felt that things were going to favour him. Miguel had won a bet at a casino down town. He had placed a big bet and was worried that he would not win. He had mischievously thought of getting his money back if he failed but things had worked in his favour and he had gotten twice of what he placed. There was a drifting sound made by the car and abruptly,the car came to a stop. Miguel had feared that they were under an attack. There was no way he would be able to escape if it was true. He had a pot belly filled with alcohol and junk that he loved to drink and eat. His heart skipped but he managed to ask what was wrong.“a man tried to end his life by stand

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"Your boss really doesn't seem pleasant at all. Who disturbs someone with work at this hour?" "You have no idea. He can be much worse than that." "I've heard about him... Nathan Ryan, right? Young and successful. Built an empire." "He's a jerk." The words come out automatically. Michael looks surprised. "Sorry, it must be the drink. I didn't mean that." "I already know that side of you, don't forget. Can I ask you a question?" "You already did." "Okay, smartypants. I never understood... why did you change your mind on the night before the trip?"

“Please, hear me out. He didn’t mean….” I scoff,“What do you wanna say? That he didn’t mean to kill Ramos? I saw him, he killed Ramos without a second thought” “I know what you saw Gigi and I swear it’s terrifying, but trust me Mike is a good man, he will never hurt you” “Well that’s hard to believe” I turn to her. “Tell me, what exactly is Mike. Cause the man I saw killing Ramos wasn’t my husband but a beast” Amanda sighed,“Mike is a Mafia Prince”

He gestured toward the microphone someone had set up for toasts. "Of course." Miguel climbed onto the makeshift stage, really just a platform someone had cobbled together from wooden pallets. He tapped the microphone, and the feedback squeal got everyone's attention. "I'm Miguel Torres," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "Mr. Chris has been my mentor for two years." The crowd quieted, people turning to listen.