Novel & Cerita Mr Garcia

She said as she gestured at a door on her right. I smiled at her and went in. “Sir, my name is Hazel and I was sent here by Markos for a job,” I stated. The man behind the desk was in a fitting suit and perfectly slicked back hair. He lifted his eyes to look at me and gave me a scornful look. You could see he thought of me like dirt on his shoes. If it had been a year ago when I had everything, he would have kissed the ground I walked on. I hadn’t realized how much people who weren’t financially stable were treated badly until I joined the club.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

The two men flanking him, both in black with buzz cuts, immediately bowed—one handing him a cigarette, the other lighting it. The theatrics were absurd, and Adela couldn’t help but feel speechless. Even the man in the cap took off his hat and spun it between his fingers, his voice no longer as calm. “Mr. Garcia, if you’re here to drink with my boss, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” The scar-faced man, Mr. Garcia, waved a hand dismissively. His voice, gravelly and chilling, echoed across the room: “No big deal. Don’t be so nervous. I just came to see my future niece-in-law.”

he chuckled throatily, the sound lacking any genuine mirth. "You may think that by keeping them captive and torturing them, they'll reveal all my secrets," Mr. Garcia laughed. "But you're wrong, very, very wrong, little one," he chuckled louder, his expression turning serious. "You'll never catch me, not until your last breath!" He clapped, and his assistant, who stood at the door of his room, quickly brought his tobacco pipe to him, knowing it was exactly what his boss wanted without Mr. Garcia having to say a word.

I pleaded again but to no surprise my plea was ignored. The room was beginning to spin, my head becoming light. “He has your eyes Maria, the same eyes of Lorenzo and Diego” he smiled at the thought, his eyes distant like he was looking at a memory before his eyes. He cleared his throat snapping himself back to reality. “Lucien Garcia” he approached Marcus with his hand held out in front of him in a greeting motion. “I know who you are” Marcus clenched his jaw, and I could only imagine he was feeling a world of anger and confusion right now.

She looked at Hector but he just shook his head. I just shrugged because I had no idea why Zac is being moody all of a sudden. I couldn't see his full face since he is wearing his mask again. GALLEGOS MANSION Meet Hector Lawrence Gallegos: a half-Filipino, half-Spanish Mafia King from Spain, notorious for being a cold-blooded leader. Yet, he unexpectedly transformed into a passionate and warm lover after falling for the quirky Debbie Garnet and their romance brings out a whole new side of him.

You must gain their forgiveness even if you were to sacrifice your own life! After Mr. Garcia roared back at Bart, he angrily hung up. Obviously, there was pent-up anger in him, making him very furious and agitated. Unfortunately, it seemed that he could not resist it. That was why, even if he did not want to, all he could do was follow Mr. Garcia's orders. What happened?

Lorenzo told me with a serious look, and I nodded, waiting for him to step aside so I could see the man behind him. My eyes met a pair of eyes, dark, almost black, and I barely managed to hide the shock on my face. If I’d had any doubts because I hadn’t been able to see his features clearly that night, his Alpha scent hit me, confirming what I already knew... this was the same man we’d shared that madness with at that bar. “Mrs. Greco,” he greeted quickly. It was barely an exchange of looks before he walked in, all business, followed by another woman who looked like his assistant.

Garcia asks in a stern and intimidating voice. “Of course not, but I’m afraid Mr. Wayne is in an important meeting right now.” The secretary keeps her tone polite and unoffending, but her words deliver clearly who has a say in this building. “You’d better get lost before I get rough.” The secretary’s face turns pale at Mr. Garcia’s threat. Mia is startled by Mr. Garcia’s roughness. She has never seen him act like this before any woman. Something must have happened. Her heart threatens to jump out of her throat.

She maintained as she outstretched her right hand for a shake. He shook her and continued, "I'm Harry, Jones Jackson's manager. Mr Sean told me I'd find you here." "Oh," Maria exclaimed as she put two and two together in her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, uh... I guess you must have a lot to ask me so, fire on," she said confidently with a small laugh. He smiled in response to her utterance. "Actually no, I trust Sean's intuition so let's just get on to work. Have you ever done anything like this before, Miss Gracia?"