Miles Morales What If Novels & Stories

“Follow me.” One-Mile hopped in his Jeep and waited for the other guy to follow in what seemed like his rented sedan. All the while, questions kept niggling at him. Was Valeria safe in Florida? Who had taken over Emilo Montilla’s splinter faction of the Tierra Caliente cartel after his death? And why would the organization suddenly get desperate enough to threaten innocent women days after one of their bosses had bit a bullet?

Mora shook her head, wondering when their two will stop fighting each other, Rogan appeared in their sight, and he roared crazily, he was upset. Mora threw the fruit towards him, he caught it, and escaped immediately, “do you want him to die of starvation, Miles?” “No, he is my friend, who am I going to spar with if he dies?” Miles retorted, blinking his eyes innocently. Mora reposted “go and play the piano, I want to listen to it” “Mama, is the best” Miles shrieked with excitement, and ran over to the piano, he sat down and started playing it.