Richard Camacho Novels & Stories

I greeted them all and sat next to Mario, he's from Puerto Rico and has produced a lot of latino artists. "How you been?" He ask me. "Can't complain, you?" "Better than great." He smiles, "Where did you get this one from?" He asked pointing at Richard with his head. "Complicated to explain, but do you like him then?" I ask him feeling the excitement fill up my body. "I'm not gonna lie, I like his appearance, he has a good look which always helps, people will like him, he has a good voice, I like it but it needs improving." He says

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

Luke handed Amiriam a taco as he wiped sauce from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. She looked at him, their eyes locking. There was something light in his gaze now—something that hadn’t been there before. Not since before everything fell apart. “You’re quiet,” she said. “I’m happy,” he replied. Nearby, Richard was doing his best to win Rita over with exaggerated bites of jalapeño. “You’re going to cry,” Rita warned. Richard took the challenge and immediately turned red. “I regret nothing,” he wheezed. "Drink this," Rita said, holding a mango smoothie out to him, clearly amused.

Camilo said, trying to coax Ricardo to be the one to represent the company. “Yes, Mr. Romero… I have a plan, and it will be a bomb,” Jacques said, waving his hands in the air dramatically. He was a strange man. From his clothes to his appearance. Ricardo found everything about the man weird. He was wearing flashy sunglasses, loose cream-white trousers, a long-sleeved shirt and suspenders on top. Ricardo found his fashion sense off.

The other short, with tired eyes. The tall one sat across from Rico, slapping a thin file on the table. “Ricardo Morales. Known as Rico. Connected to at least three shootings in the past year. Seen with Kroos, The Boss, and recently tied to Salvatore Marquez’s cartel mess.” He leaned in. “You’ve been busy.” Rico smirked. “You sound like a fan.” The short detective sighed, rubbing his face. “Listen, kid. You’re in deep. Real deep. You keep playing smartass, you’re going to drown.”

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

"Now, suck my cock. Get me hard for round two." I knelt, taking him deep, swirling my tongue as he hardened. "Tell me about Marco. While I blow you." He groaned, hand in my hair. "Ruthless. Works with Americans like your man. Cleans messes bodies, trails. If V3's texting... you're marked." I deepthroated him, gagging slightly, tears pricking. "And Richard? Meeting him today?" Javier thrust gently. "Probably. Heard whispers gringo paying for silence. On a girl."

Michael answered me and we decided to went back to our room to get a rest. Maybe Michael and I were just overthinking and it was all just a coincidence. Though, I admit I'm a little bit intrigued by Michael's news about his brothers, Guzman and Polo. Even though I was feeling nervous, I also couldn’t help the urge to finally meet them. I wonder if Guzman and Polo are just like their other brothers who are oozing with charisma and great physique.

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.