Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

It hissed when I brought it close to the his cheek. “I’ll make this quick,” I murmured. “One name, and you walk out of here breathing.” Five minutes passed. Ten minutes later, he was screaming. Twenty minutes later, sobbing. Finally, he broke. His voice was a shredded whisper. “Ricardo… Ricardo Cruz.” The name dropped like a blade between us. My jaw tightened. Ricardo. That snake had been circling for years, pretending at alliances. But I had always known he was waiting for the right moment to sink his teeth in.

He was constantly backing away as he shouted in a sharp voice, “Y-you… you… you can’t kill me! My brother-in-law is Taio Cruz, and he’s an instructor in the Insurgent Duofecta, so you can’t kill me! Otherwise, my brother-in-law won’t let you go!” At the mention of his brother-in-law, he immediately recovered from his surprise. Yes, he had a powerful backer because his brother-in-law was an instructor in the Insurgent Duofecta who held a highly-respected position with fearsome power. If this man before him were to kill him, his brother-in-law would certainly seek revenge on behalf of him!

, he said sharply and entered a restaurant. Kaylee scoffed at him. "What nonsense is he spewing now?", she said out loud and rolled her eyes. Kaylee looked up at the name of the restaurant, 'the Cruz restaurant'. When she walked in, the restaurant looked more like a cafe and most seats were already occupied. The restaurant was of no doubt, a popular one. "Come on, I made orders for us", Kavinsky said from behind her and led her to their seats. "Why would you think I do not like your girlfriend?", Kaylee asked, putting pressure on 'your girlfriend' as if to remind him that he had a girlfriend.

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

The power went to his head and soon he was chasing after anything that would feed that hunger. “And what of the bodyguard?” My words immediately insulted him, he stood from the deep leather clad chair, the force sending it rolling back. “Cruz deserves everything he gets.” The Don seethed at me with a pointed finger. “He thought he could hide his past from the Verdi’s, lie to us.” He threw his finger to the doorway. “He has always been a Mafioso and he will pay for his lies!” I didn’t have time to reply, he was out the door with Ricardo hot on his tail before I had the chance to absorb his words.

His voice broke but he composed his posture soon quickly. I didn’t know he had gone ahead to look for her family and even gather all this information. He was the type who would do good but now tell the world. “Kill ---me, bec----uase if I s---urvived---I will---kill you.” Kruz was way beyond redemption, he didn’t care if he dies, he was just not ready to live like a beta even after he lost the match that he had himself challenged Conrad for. Conrad turned his face to me and gently nodded. Once I covered my eyes, I heard a loud howl of pain before the voice faded away and Kruz took his last breath.

In the early stages after establishing the company, they faced many difficulties, but they all tried to solve it together successfully. But for those things, Daniel Cruz has no small merit, the effort he put in is more than that of Brendon Levi and Smith. It can be said that without Daniel Cruz, there would be no JK today. But later, not long after JK succeeded, Daniel Cruz was suddenly harmed, falsely accused of embezzlement of public funds, and William went to prison. He was a pure person all his life, could not stand that humiliation, so he committed suicide in prison. When Smith brought his ashes home, his wife also carried the ashes with her husband.

He evidently underestimated me, and that only speared more fear into him. “Señora Cruz, esto es todo un malentendido.” (Mrs Cruz, this is just a misunderstanding.) He begged, blood and saliva pouring from his mouth. His face was marred with black and blue bruises. Lumps had formed along his cheekbone, eyes and jaw. I admired the handy work of Luis. He had definitely done a good job. Perching against the table that hosted a collection of tools. None that I recognised, apart from a knife, but the metal ends glimmered in the dim light, looking just as murderous as the bearer.

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.