Novel & Cerita Santiago Alejandro Segura

Maybe in my dreams. “Kind? Alejandro is kind?” I questioned in disgust as I nearly barfed out my guts. “Please talk about something true. This isn’t a two truths, one lie game” A light smile plastered on his face. “He is also very strict when it comes to rules” he said and I listened attentively. “He is a mafia Don as you already know and the leader of the Delgado clan, the number one powerful clan in Sicily. He has been the leader ever since his father died when he was sixteen” he added.

/prēˈemənəns/the fact of surpassing all others; superiority. Alessandro "Well, well, ammunition for me huh Santiago. How about now? You are defenseless in front of us." He was seated in a chair roped. Thank fuck for a soundproof room. Laila kicked him in his stomach before grabbing his jaw saying, "Answer, estupido."

He was as hurt as I was, blaming himself as I was. "What's your plan, Serena?" he asked. Rogelio Castronuevo, people tend to say he's a ruthless businessman so it's not surprising that there are many competitors. The day he approached my father to run for candidacy, running for the position of mayor here in San Juan, and first Papa declined. He and Papa talked thoroughly and for the second time around, Papa agreed.

"It is after Santocildes's heiress, Doctor Abigail Marie Fuentebella Sandoval's ex-husband was discovered to be the firstborn heir of the Wright family" "As we could recall, Mr. Lam Cartagena appeared in Santocildes City as a waiter. Unknown to all of us, even to Dr. Abigail Marie, he was the famous CEO of the Wright Group of Companies, CEO Lucas Alexander Wright. A thirty-five-year-old billionaire bachelor" "The awkward start between the heiress and Mr. Cartagena surprisingly bloomed into a wonderful love affair. Despite the strife surrounding the union of the wealthy heiress to a struggling waiter, Dr. Sandoval remained devoted to her husband"

"Two chances to extract your prize." "With her father?" I asked, almost putting the plan into motion in my thoughts. A concert. My cock ached once again just thinking about her long fingers and luscious lips. For a few seconds, I allowed myself to imagine thrusting my cock deep inside her wet pussy. "That wasn't determined. That would be a brazen gesture on his part." Aleksei was quite amused at the prospect. "Santiago Garcia is a pompous asshole who believes there is no way that he or his... good fortune can be shaken." I was seething more than I should.

he explained, walking me to his brother. I felt out of place with these two powerful men. ‘We are Luna. We are just as powerful as our mate.’ Theia snorted at my worries. “Aurelia, meet my brother John Alexander Kinsley. And John, meet Aurelia Faith Christian,” Logan introduced us.

I brought my face to the front and saw Alchy punch Ramage to the ground. “Are you okay?” I swiftly turned to the right, and my eyes met Zygo’s; he was holding my shoulder. My drowsiness suddenly disappeared, and even if I did not feel good, I nodded to Zygo’s question. “You monster! You are still alive!” Zygo and I immediately turned ahead, and I could clearly see how Alchy was raining blows on Ramage, who was already lying on the ground. “Captain Alejandro died because of your selfishness!” Alchy shouted. I can feel the hatred and sadness in his voice. I was shocked and couldn’t move my own feet.

Senate President security details noticed Alexis eagerness, they all tried to stopped her from ruining the routine, But who was Alexis. She was the same girl who stood toe to toe with Jude who was the Head of Security, the same man whom the whole security can not hold down when it came down to combat or tactics or skills or strength or agility or powered, in fact Jude was just a lone man whom could ensure Mr. Senate President security all alone, even Mr. President had once wanted to recruited him into his own security, but Jude rejected completely, not even when Mr. President enticed him using the highest position as thee chief of staff, but the cold and aloof Jude rejected totally.

“Santiago, I need information on Saint.” “Yes, sir. I was able to recover more information about him. He is from America. He joined the army at fifteen; he was the sniper, the best sniper the army ever had. This would mean if he wanted you dead. You would be dead. At twenty-one, he worked for the CIA; he was their finest, then at twenty-five, he left. Two years later, he went to prison for killing an innocent man with his bare hands; he served fifteen years and got early parole. They call him a saint cause he chose every step of his life, meaning that he wanted to go to prison; every step in his life has been perfectly calculated. I checked for track records of Mr. Morningstar dealing with h

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”