Moka Rosario Novels & Stories

The smell of smoke never left her. Even after five years, Inés still woke up coughing some nights, the phantom scent of ash curling through her dreams like a ghost refusing to rest. “Name?” the guard at the Delgado estate gate asked, his voice flat but suspicious. Inés gripped the strap of her cheap bag tighter. “Inés Montoya. I’m here for the maid position.” The man’s eyes raked over her; young, pretty, average enough not to draw attention, which was the point. He muttered something into his walkie-talkie, then motioned for her to go inside.

Their teamwork, their shared pain, was a pulse that steadied their empire, but Rosa’s intercept—the global mafia network’s message—loomed, a threat tied to Lorenzo’s allies. --- The command center was a scarred refuge, its dim light a shield against the city’s unrest. Kai sat by a map, his shoulder bruised, his hand entwined with Gianna’s. She leaned beside him, her leather jacket torn, her emerald eyes fierce but tender, their embrace lingering, their love a fortress. Rosa’s voice cut through, tense, her tablet glowing. “The network’s message names players—global bosses, Lorenzo’s old contacts. They’re planning a bigger hit.”

she snapped, her tone sharp and scolding even as she swallowed back her rising fear. “Let go,” he hissed. He snatched his hand from her grip, but Rosa was faster. Before he could reclaim the glass, she seized it and threw the contents into the sink, slamming it down on the bar counter. “I won’t let you drink that,” she whispered. Her voice was steady, even as her heart hammered against her ribs, terrified of the consequences of provoking the Mafia King. His glare intensified, turning darker. “Stop pretending you care,” he growled.

In fact, La Rosa Nera was under investigation for a money laundering scheme. Marco led Alessa to a secluded VIP area away from all the prying eyes and whispering voices. The attendants already knew what type of rums Luca liked, so they quickly served his specially curated rum and asked Bianca what she would like to have. “Just get me a glass of water please” she said meekly.

What a great way to die huh? Where are you now, Armand Makkari? She thought to herself. Surely, one more meeting wouldn’t hurt. But then again, the tingle on her neck, right at the spot where he had bitten her was pulsing and it kinda prove her otherwise. ... Like every early morning, Rosa would go to the fresh market to buy vegs and fresh meat at a bargain price. It’s a norm by now which she has been doing for many years when she took the responsibility of helping her family.

For logistical reasons, we didn’t leave for the trip the next day, but two days later. Rosa, who had quietly been holding the best cards, surprised us by revealing that she still had a contact card given to her by one of the co-founders of IMTBIKE—a Spaniard named Alfredo Milmoar, the son of one of her patients during her university hospital rotations. Coincidence? Something told me this trip had been planned long before the graduation party, that I was the only one left out of the loop, and that sweet Rosa had been the one to suggest the motorcycle tour through Portugal’s landscapes.

Ricardo retorted, Rosalie walked Into the Mafia King arrival hall, and she saw Harley, sitting down on the bench waiting for whatever coming her way, Rosalie walked closer to her and she asked, baby girl, what's your name?“ Harley Davidson” Harley said while tears dripping down from her eyes, “Harley, darling," he purred as she entered the room, "come with me,” Rosalie said, “Just let me be, I don't want to talk to anybody,” Harley said, “Baby girl, I don't want to rough handle you, please, stand up and come with me” Rosalie explained,

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

Once he's done, a guard opens the door for us both to enter. Mira gets in first, and just as I'm about to get in, a gun shot echoes in the area. Freezing me stiff in my place. Slowly, I turn around, only to realize that we've been surrounded. What is even more terrifying isn't the guns they're with, but the words they say. "who is River Kruiz among you?" One of the goons ask, an AK 47 aimed my way. "Is it you?" And a lump forms in my throat.

That morning, a few hours after breakfast, Leona and her mother, Rosalie, and Malia decided to gather in the backyard just to chat while enjoying a cup of tea with their respective favorite aromas. Rosalie took a sip of her roselle tea while closing her eyes as the fragrance wafted over and overtook her sense of smell. Rosella tea or red tea is one of Rosalie's favorite drinks. Ah no. It seemed that all red drinks were Rosalie's favorite. All the members of the Argent family knew that. Including Malia.