Novel & Cerita Oscar Díaz

I swirled it around as Oscar begged for the purchaser's name. "Patience, Oscar, patience. I'm trying to help you out here." I smirked as I took a sip. "Who's the f*cking guy, Marco? Stop playing games," Oscar pleaded. It was hard not to play when I was so good at it. "Matias Castaneda. I'm sure you're familiar." "Damn it," was all he answered. He knew he was in deep sh*t. Nobody messed with Alpha Castaneda. He was enigmatic and stuck to the shadows. But, he had the reverence of all the packs in Miami proper.

I made him understand, there was nothing that would change my mind. Doctor Alejandro sighed, he switched on the TV as recordings of my house was shown---- the before and after, underneath it was written, “Husband of Salome Diaz calls for the closure the case after months of unsuccessful findings of the remains of his wife, becomes new president of DSK inc” I can believe it, to the world am dead. Still, I can return right? If I don’t Carlos will win, he will have it all, I can’t let that happen.

Afterwards, they left the room, leaving Oscar behind to watch over his boss. Oscar let out a deep sigh, his gaze fixed steadily on Diego's unconscious form. His expression was a mix of pity and slight annoyance. “Rest up, Boss”, he said quietly. “You’ll need your strength if you’re going to fight for Freya.”

TEXT me! I sigh and roll my eyes. She really is relentless. Aside from Zander only being pissed off about being woken up at some ungodly hour, I doubt he'd make me come back. Of all people, he doesn't have a leg to stand on when it comes to that stuff, considering what he did to Ash. Danni and Eric might be different, depending on how much they bonded with Sophia. Oliver 5:35 am - Why are you up so early, you crazy person?

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

He was a good warrior, but a shit dad. The sounds of clapping around me bring me back to the main hall, looking up I see Alpha Zac motioning for me as he holds a silver dagger. Shit, my turn already. I smile and make my way to the podium he is standing at. “Isa will be joining the ranks as a warrior. We are excited to add her to the patrols and at training, teaching her our styles and learning moves she can offer.” “I, Alpha Zac of the Clear Creek pack, hear by joining you, Isla Miller, by blood oath”. He slices his palm, blood drips down into a goblet. He hands me the knife,