Rio 2 Plot Novels & Stories

What frustrated me most was that I didn't know how long she stood by the door watching. I needed to talk to her and that too as soon as possible. My phone suddenly started ringing and I picked it up. "What!!!!???" I said. "I am so sorry to disturb you boss but I have news." Sergio said. "What news??" "Don Rio's men are out for you because you killed two of his people." "And so??" I asked. I wasn't scared or threatened by Don Rio even as my nemesis. I was ready to fight and do whatever I could to get what was mine.

She gasped as a bullet pierced into her back. She let go of the scroll she was holding and fell off the cliff. Rio's eyes became normal as tears formed in his eyes. "Find the Alpha." He heard the faint echo of her voice from in the air as she feel freely. Rio staggered to the end of the cliff but was welcomed with bullets which caused him to somersault back as he picked the scroll. He gasped hearing voices from down the cliff. "We got her." He cleaned his tears as his eyes turned back to blue.

she added and kissed him. It was the day where all their plans to destroy Amara and her clan started. Rio succeeded in making her fall and even got engaged. “Of course, I won't forget that.” Rio answered with an evil smirk on his lips.

I cried out and ran towards him, panic rising in my chest, “HEY! LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW! THIS IS ILLE–MMPH!” “Quiet.” Rio hissed in my ear. He’d caught me around my arms and I couldn’t move. His other hand was planted firmly on my mouth. My back met his chest, and all I could do was badly hope that this was all a dream. It all had to be a bad dream. Just what the fuck was going on? “Cristo gets jealous very easily.” Rio said behind me, dragging me away downwards down a path to the village, “He never makes up his mind about anything! It’s not my fault all the women he likes end up coming my way.”

Rio stepped out of the room, his small frame trembling. He had watched the scene unfold through the window and though he hadn't seen everything, he knew the unknown man had saved him. He had defeated the bad man who now lay motionless on the ground. Enzo, sensing his presence, shifted his gaze from the lifeless man. His eyes locked on Rio and for a moment, he froze. Those eyes... They were identical to Lucretia's, deep green. His expression faltered as a flicker of emotion crossed his face. The resemblance was uncanny—the same deep green that had haunted him for months. Memories came flooding back, but he locked them away and hardened his expression.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

The man opposite him looked up and his piercing blue eyes looked upon him, he didn’t fail to notice that his eyes were just like his daughter’s, “I believe you have seen the news or have heard it, whichever you pay attention to, my daughter was kidnapped last night, I was told it was a one man army but the car was abandoned on the way, which means there was someone else.” The black haired man smiled, “what have that got to do with me, Drago?” he tilted his head, “I don’t see where I come in.” Drago sighed, “El Diablo, with our past, I had wished we would never cross path again but in this situation, you are the only one that can help. My men and I have searched every nook and cranny but ther

“Protect Junie… finish this… for me.” The vines twisted again—and her body tore apart, pieces raining down in the mud. A roar split the night. Rio. The floodlights shattered as Lucien and Adonis descended like storms. Rio’s claws tore through human flesh, his golden eyes blazing. But Vera only laughed. “Too late, little Valentine.” In a swirl of ash and fire, she vanished, her laughter echoing as the men slaughtered the last militia standing. The swamp was painted red. Rio’s claws shredded the first soldier he reached, tearing through Kevlar like paper. His golden eyes were wild—feral—his movements so fast that limbs fell before their owners registered the pain.

Rio was my family, my friend, and he'd been taken from me in the most brutal way possible. The pain and anger simmered just below the surface, waiting to erupt at any moment. I knew I had to hold on to it, to let it fuel me as I sought justice for Rio's death. Beatrice's eyes locked onto mine, and she began to recount the events of that fateful night, her words painting a vivid picture of the chaos and violence that had unfolded. I listened, my heart seething with fury, my mind racing with plans for revenge.

~Roman~ “What?” Rio asked, turning towards the fridge once again to grab another beer. “Cat got your tongue, or your tongue is still buried in Viviana’s pussy?” “Leave her out of this,” my molars grind. Rio huffed, shaking his head. For the first time, he averted his gaze from me and looked into the open window, pain washing over his face. “I trusted you,” he said. “I thought you were my saving grace when you saved me from Duarte’s cartel. Turns out, you were just like everyone, ready to use me for what I can do, for what I am.”