Milton Giménez Novels & Stories

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

I stood up, and the words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. Every pair of eyes swung to me, including Lorenzo’s. “Mrs. Victoria, what are you doing?” Dante’s serious whisper hit my ear, but the genie was already out of the bottle. “And who are you?” the interpreter raised a brow and asked with arrogance. “I’m the Patriarch Greco’s interpreter, and I think you got a few little ‘details’ wrong,” I said sarcastically. “Excuse me? No one said there would be another interpreter. This is offensive. I do my job well...”

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

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I was wearing my best black skinny jeans, a white, short-sleeved crop top and white sneakers so a pretty basic outfit. I turned around, seeing his silhouette walking through the darkness. I waited for him to move a little more into the light before saying anything, "Good morning." He looked surprised at first but he shook it off, "Good morning." he replied as he walked around the kitchen Island to the fridge.

“What’s your name?” “Elijah,” he said, and both Elena and I nodded, “Elijah Aslanov, at your service.” “Russian,” “Just like yourself, Pakhan.” He said, looking at me and Elena raised an eyebrow. “And you, Ms. Elena Valdez.” I looked at Elena and frowned in confusion before she looked away, her heart raced against her ribcage, and she took a deep breath before turning to the hybrid. “How do you know who I am?”

The general extended his hand to the woman. Aranjo stared with wide eyes at the figure of the man called the General. It was the figure of Vulcan, the God of Fire. Did God also undergo trials in the mortal world because of him? If so, then their soul mate just got here. Because the Emperor had already made sure that the man who went through the ordeal of love with her, would no longer have a soul mate bond in the next life or in the celestial realm. Aranjo is also upset with that God of Fire. Everything that happens to him is more or less because of that God.

I heard one ask. Ms. Jimenez shook her head and revealed that she has made a list of who is going to be partners with who. “I already have chosen who’s pairing with who.” She announced and everyone groaned. As long as it’s not Julian Paredes, it’s fine with me. Ms. Jimenez started announcing the partners. Apparently, Genina is paired with Julian Paredes making her explode like a volcano that has been dormant for a million years with all the reserved lava coming out of its crater.

He was an egoistic son of a bitch, and it made my mouth water in desperation to suck his dick. “I have an asset that nobody else has. Vincenzo banished himself from the colony. I have everything ready to storm that territory. Why would I need you?”, he said, looking at me. I swallowed a mouthful of nothing and mentally prepared myself for whatever would happen after I said the next words. “You need me because you are underestimating Manuel, and that is a big mistake”, I blurted out. He blinked and moved back a little. “Manuel is just a beta”, he scoffed at me.

I said, and he shook his head. “That is what they had us all believing. It turns out, Eli has a son.” He said, and I frowned. “I don’t know how he ended up being Capo with the presence of his father…” “He is dead.” I said, and Cartel frowned in confusion. “They found him in the club earlier today. I was heading there but your man got in my way.”