Mr Garcia Novels & Stories

Grace smiled back at her. Grace watched as the guy walked up to her with an outstretched hand, Grace confidently took his hand. This time, instead of a gentle shake, he firmly shook her hand before releasing it. “I am Gerardo Williams,” He maintained his calm unfazed expression as he spoke, “I highly prefer we don’t go on first name bases”. He said before returning back to his standing position. Louisa chuckled, “Well he is a bit stock up you see”. She said as if they were acquaintances.

The photograph was the same young woman. My grandmother. The real Garcia. The live comments erupted. “So THAT is the real Garcia? Then who’s the woman next to him?” “The letters say it plainly. And he just said he ‘rejected’ her. Lying without batting an eye.” “So the real Garcia was abandoned in the rural West. Who is this fake Garcia? This is insane.” Daniel Harrington’s lips pressed into a thin line. He gripped the table. His fingertips were white. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead.

I smile at him and then say: — Good evening. A table for two, please. — Whose name is the reserve, ma'am? — Carlos Salazar...? The maître d' stares at his computer for a long time, and I think I probably kicked his name wrong. He then smiles at me and says: — Accompany me, Miss Penedo. Mr. Salazar is already waiting for you.

Michael unlike Carter he's divorced and has sworn off woman after his Ex wife took half of everything he ever worked for. "She's a child man " John says like me he's happily married but unlike me I don't see the girl next door as a child. "We here for porker not for ogling teenagers " Carter says winking at me I kick him under the table ,he swears under his breath asshole.

Marco, the underboss of the Santinos family alighted from his car and walks into his Mansion. So stressed out is he. Fortunately, after a very busy month he is granted an holiday where he wouldn't have to meddle with anything except to relax at home. He open his door slowly and headed towards his bar counter where he pours himself some drink. He was about to take a sip when suddenly he felt the presence of someone behind him. Marco slowly turn around to see Giovanna, his fianceè after a long time.

“What work…'' I asked, shifting my eyes from the screen to him. He paused for a while, then scrolled on the TV again. “The mayor is trying to expand his empire…his company is growing, but he needs an investor…a powerful man with cash, and I'm that man…”Pedro explained with a serious expression. His words sunk into my ears as I shifted my attention back to the TV screen “I'm unavailable so my hot right-hand Livia Gonzalez and the president of Ramirez corporation will be there working shoulder to shoulder with the great Luciano Garcia” he finished up and tossed the remote to me. “But…what's your work…I mean,”whatever he said seemed like a good plan. Destroying the Garcias inside their home was

Servers were walking amongst the mingling guests, handing out appetizers and drinks. “Ah! The Grey’s. Such a pleasure to see you all again!” Fernando spoke loudly as he threw his hands in the air. He hugged my father, and kissed mine, and my mother’s hands. Fernando Garcia was the leader of the Mexican Mafia. He was a very flamboyant man, never a hair out of place. He was around 5’7, very tan skin, and a neatly trimmed beard. His Spanish accent was thick, but his English was perfect. “Allegra baby, stunning as always” He said in his gay voice.

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

"Why are you still up? Mrs. Gable was supposed to have you in bed." "We waited for the story," Mia pouted, rubbing her eyes. "I’ve got them, Elara." A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out of the small kitchen, holding a dish towel. Marcus. He wasn't a billionaire. He didn't wear three-thousand-dollar suits. He wore a faded army jacket and carried the quiet, dangerous stillness of a man who had seen the worst of the world and survived it. Elara stood up, her eyes meeting his. Marcus saw the terror she was trying to hide from the children instantly. His expression shifted from friendly to combat-ready in a heartbeat.

Dmitri spat out blood in my direction, an act of disrespect. I stood up from the chair and walked closer to him, raising his chin so he could take a look at me. "Unlike your miserable father, I am the biggest Mafia Lord in the entire city. Every single one of my enemies fears me, and they all have the right to do so. I am showing you mercy by exchanging your freedom for that of your sister, you should be thankful." I let go afterward, and with one last look at him, I walked out of the room.