Señor Tenebroso Novels & Stories

Lorenzo downed his drink. "Louis Satori, cousin to Don Dante Massimo. Don Dante is the most ruthless monster I've ever encountered. He's probably got more targets on his hit list, including you, Mr. Movie Star. Satori is just his pawn, but he's been eyeing a territory for years." Aleksei burst into the room, his long blond hair flowing as he swaggered. Surprising everyone with his presence, he glanced around. "I do my research. I listen. I learn. My friend, you have a major problem on your hands. Now, I need a drink. You Americans have no clue what a decent flight or customer service means."

I inhaled a deep breath nervously and pondered what and how much should I tell him. "Are you testing my patience. If... then don't... because I'm not a patient man." he took a long drag and then releasing the smoke in the air continued, "Let me self-introduce myself. I'm sure you have heard the name Adan Leandro." His voice chilling calm but the danger was evident. My whole body froze. I stared at him numb. "Yes, that's me!" Adan Leandro. The mafia king of Spain. I ran from one deadly man and my destiny brought me in front of another deadlier and dangerous one.

From Drugs to Brothels. Killing people was nothing but a game for him. He showed no mercy, nothing to the people who dared to raise their heads in front of him. His games were always dangerous and stained with Blood. Velenoso was the second name of Death. The Poisonous death. Sabrina couldn't believe her sister was married to such a man. Bella shook her head, tears strolled down her cheeks. "No, I heard him talking to someone over the phone…" she whispered and told Sabrina everything she heard.

I was about to open the door and leave when he started talking. "Erm Leo, I'm Eric Ricardo Delgado, born in Chadderton, Manchester, England, United Kingdom... Fourth of July." I stopped midway- To listen. "I hate raisins." He said softly. "I'm not scared of death, just the thought of an unlived life. I chew gum more than anything. I have panic attacks when I'm in closed spaces. I get easily paranoid. I smoke when I'm stressed, worried and anxious. I can't stand cats but I love dogs. I'm scared of cats. I was diagnosed with bulimia at thirteen, I'd like to think I'm cured of it now but it comes and goes. It comes when I'm restless.. with you I'm never restless."

⁠ "Boss, you've read i⁠t three tim‌e⁠s." "Read it again!" ‌G​iovanni sighed‍ and han​ded‍ him the tabl​et. Lore‍nzo scrolled through the data. * Name: Sebast‍ian S​t. Clai​r. * Assets: $4.2 Billi⁠on. * Know⁠n Ass​ociates: Arms dealers i​n Suda‌n. C‌artel lea⁠ders in Mexi⁠co.

She didn't need a magician to tell her that this man was the boss, the man who had decided her parents fate with a silver coin. Lena found it hard to swallow her saliva when the man kept taking steps towards her. He was known as La Mano Nera (Nero), the leader of the Italian mafia, who had quickly made his name known by mafia’s around the world. He was one not to dare with as he was known for his cruel strategy of dealing with his victims. Nero scanned Lena’s face for a while before he turned to Dante, who approached him with a box. Dante opened the box, and the Russian roulette was exposed.

“I won’t go back! I won’t!” Lorenzo’s wicked smile stretched even wider. “You don’t have a choice,” he whispered. “In fact… guess who is very interested in buying the Scarlet Veil?” My blood froze. The way he smiled… “Señor Ignacio Valverde.” I gasped in horror. My knees buckled as I collapsed to the floor. Ignacio Valverde. The Devil himself! The man was rumoured to break women’s bones for fun, kept teenage girls locked in underground rooms for his pleasure, cut off fingers when someone displeased him, and fed traitors to his vicious dogs… alive.

************** The evening was shrouded in dark lights as Marco and his goons approached Santiago's house. As they entered the house, Marco's eyes fell upon Santiago, a broken figure standing before him. The scent of fear clung to the air, mingling with the weight of desperation. The room was stifling, suffocated by the oppressive tension that hung in the air. Elena's father stood trembling before the imposing figure of Marco Moretti, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His voice wavered as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of his desperation. "P-please, Mr Marco," he stammered, "I beg you for mercy. I... I need more time to find the money. My family..."

Emily scoffed as she helped her out of the room, she didn't see the master which she was thankful for. Terrone could not stop thinking of the mission that went sour in Mexico, how Venita could possibly find out about them coming,they were very discreet. He sighed as he saw his son Leonardo coming with frowned brows. “What's the problem Leo?” Terrone asked his youngest kid, Leonardo just glared at his father, “As if you would help me” he scoffed and walked away. Terrone was taken aback from his disrespect but hey, this was Leonardo, that kid always knew how to drive someone crazy.

And then, unable to stop herself, Bianca blurted, “What about…?” Her question hung in the air. A long silence confirmed her worst fears. Bianca sagged onto the chair behind her. “They …that bast*rd, El Toro, he’s taken Proserpina,” said St Just, his voice sounding hollow and defeated. Bianca scrunched her nose. “El…who?” she asked, puzzled. St Just sighed. “He’s bad news, Cherie. A gangster who has had a running feud with Delano, for years. Decades, actually.”