Richard Camacho Novels & Stories

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

They were bright hazel, but he was staring at me. "He didn't do anything. He was there in the cell with me-" "He was in the cell with you!" He growled out and pushed pasted me towards Helmer. "Alcander!" He walked towards him while Helmer stood tall with his fist at his side. They stood tall, not one backing down and that's when Alcander threw the first punch. "ALCANDER!" I yelled while I ran towards him. Helmer threw a punch towards him to, slamming into his jaw.

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

The man’s eyes met mine from under the hood and for the first time since I met him the first time, I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed how familiar he looked. “You really want to play this game against me, little wolf?” He asked, and I scoffed at his confidence. The man started something that he knows as well as he knows his name that he cannot finish. My eyes caught sight of Diego as he walked behind him, and it wasn’t until he pulled his hood off, revealing his face before I threw a knife at him, hitting his shoulder, that we both frowned when we saw who it was.

Nick walked out immediately, rubbing his forehead in agony and shame, he didn't have far to go, we had officers waiting on the outside for him also. I take my seat in the boss' chair, smiling, I looked around the table. "Hello gentlemen, my name is Camila Clair Camorra, I am your CEO" I say leaning back and watching their faces go from shocked to very impressed. Elijah smiles at me in adoration, he's so handsome!. But what are the odds, I'm the villain in everyone else's story except his.

In the elevator, Will said, "She's a sweetheart." Nancy agreed. "She's a bitch." "We're going to City Island." "Why?" Victim number nine." She almost pulled a muscle snapping her neck to look up at him. The door opened at the lobby. "The game's changed, partner. It doesn't look like there's going to be a victim number ten. The police are holding a suspect, Luis Camacho, a thirty-two-year-old Hispanic male, five-foot-eight, 160 pounds" "Really!" "Apparently he's a flight attendant. Guess what route he flies?" Las Vegas?" Las Vegas."

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I can tell you that. Ignacio informed me that our lastest victim spewed a little, his name is Moncho and he works for a fucking Mexican drug cartel, which I have no fucking idea of. Luciano managed to get the shit out of him but I expect more, I want to know where my shipments fucking disappeared to. Who the fuck took them?.

His grip is firm, his body warm against mine. "Baby," he murmurs, eyes twinkling with amusement. "You just said I was rich. Don’t you think I have a private jet of my own?" My mouth parts, but no words come out at first. I blink at him, then burst into laughter. "Wait—you have a fucking private jet?!" He grins, tilting his head. "Of course. What kind of Alpha doesn’t?" I gape at him before dramatically fanning myself. "Damn. I really am one lucky bitch."