Miguel X Tulio Novels & Stories

I pointed in his direction and Gregório noticed him, following me in his direction. Túlio is small, but with a good physical size and does not remotely disguise his serious face like his older brother. As Celina says: What she has taken from me, Túlio has taken from Gregório. That is: the most intimidating posture, the cold face when he is serious and never, ever knows how to lose. Well, we see this up close when he loses the ball and then goes to complain to the next person, and he was the one who lost the ball.

“Diego told me a little about what happened. Said you’d be hunting people soon.” “I’m not hunting,” Miguel said in a cold voice. “I’m killing.” Leo gave a short laugh. “Right. Well, before you kill anyone, we need to find them. That’s my job.” He tapped the keys fast. “Give me names.” “Tania and Carlos,” Miguel said at once. Leo typed the names. “Last names?”

Miguel strode towards the man, who assumed a tense posture, ready for a fight. “You’ve been following her,” Miguel said, his voice low and threatening. The thug smirked, taking a drag from his cigarette. “What’s it to you?” Miguel took one step closer, eyes aflame. "Leave her alone. Now tell Tania, this ends now." The thug chuckled and dropped the cigarette, crushing it under his boot. "You don't impress me, Ricardo. You are in over your head." Miguel hauled him up by the collar, one of those deadly quiet-tones. "Give it a try."

he answered, “what’s about ya?” “Mine is fine too. I was not that bored as I had some company at breakfast.” She subtly tried to direct the topic towards Axel. But Archer was no ordinary man to not notice it. He noticed every single detail. After all good observation skills was one of the traits of an able mafia leader. “Is that so, Tulip?” he smirked. “Yes.” Olivia replied back. “Then you can use some company at lunch too.” “Really?” Olivia could not believe her ears. She got him to listen to her without even really asking.

She grinned widely just as Selena and Miguel came into view. “The gang's back together!” Selena cheered and gave Serenity yet another tight hug followed by Miguel. “Lord help us all.” Miguel sighed dramatically, but the look quickly turned into a friendly smile as he reached a hand out to Xander, “Hi, I’m Miguel Ramirez. This crazy sister’s husband.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder at his wife who poked him in the side. “Awesome sisters, Miguel. Get it right!” Serenity scoffed. “No, no, ‘crazy sisters’ is right.” Miguel shook his head nonchalantly. “So Xander, how do you know Serenity?” He smiled, clearly unaware of the history between them.

Miguel smiled as he sampled his abs and touched his handsome face before Pedri Pedri grabbed his neck and they both engaged in a friendly tussle. Miguel managed to break free and he ran away while Pedri chased after him with their voices and laughter echoing around the passage

Tulio chuckled and looked back. The members of the Tigris Hall made way for Beryl. "Beryl Vermeulen, the war god? How's that possible? Why is she here?" Tulio's face looked terrible. He rubbed his eyes numerous times to make sure his eyes were not fooling him. The elders from the Wild Blood Gang were shocked too. One of them thought and said, "Mister Tulio, don't panic. I don't think she's the real Beryl Vermeulen. Maybe she's Beryl Vermeulen's doppelganger!"

Miguel listened, his gaze fixed upon the floor, understanding the gravity of his actions. Amidst the heated exchange, Miguel finally found his voice. He explained, with a mix of remorse and desperation, that he had acted out of grief and a desire for retribution. His voice cracked as he spoke of Tyler's death, the pain of losing a pack member, and the need to hold someone accountable. But Zelda's anger remained steadfast, unwilling to accept his justification.

The blow sent Rodriguez staggering, allowing Miguel an opportunity to scramble to his feet. Gio showed up, his gun focused on Rodriguez. "Move and I'll blow your brains out," he snarled, his voice hard and consistent. Rodriguez scowled at Gio, yet knew not to challenge him. Miguel's eyes streaked with rage as he progressed on Rodriguez, his clench hands gripped. Miguel swung his clench hand, surprising Rodriguez. The blow sent Rodriguez staggering in reverse, his demeanor wound with rage. "You'll pay for that," Rodriguez spat, his voice venomous.

He said as he placed a plate of pasta in front of me. "Why?" I asked. "I'm afraid there are questions that I really can't answer right now." He replied. "Are you Arturo's friend?" I asked. "No, we work for him," He replied. Tiago then sat beside me. "Yep, we've been working for him for way too long honestly. If it wasn't for the pay, I would've dropped his ass a long fucking time ago." Tiago said rolling his eyes. My face twisted in discomfort after hearing Tiago curse.