Novelas y relatos de Sicario

He would rather not add more to his worries. “If you don't tell her, I will,” Marcela said with a slam of her hand on the table and turned to leave. Ricardo tossed his laptop away and let out curses. The do open and slammed shut. He ran his hands in his hair knowing some things he hated recalling. “No,” he muttered and stared at his hands, the only thing he saw was blood. Blood of the mother of Santiago. Even if they say it wasn't his fault. He pulled the trigger that night.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

he chose to break it. “I’ll never forgive you.” I knew he was looking at me and I chose to look at him, “I know.” He said as though this were a great sacrifice for him. “You’re going to rot in hell.” He didn’t answer me but he didn’t have to because a bullet hit against the windshield on my side. There was an awkward fifteen seconds as the bullet dented the bulletproof glass before I let out a scream of terror and that seemed to be the cue for many more bullets to begin ricocheting off the car that we were in.

I felt a strange wetness on my shoulder. "Mariano?" I whispered. He looked up with a jerk, blinking rapidly. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera - the man who killed people without a second thought, was crying. Again. Because of me. For me. My heart soared, because I realised I was capable of making him feel so deeply. And then my heart broke, because he was crying because of me. For me. He hurt, so I hurt too. We hadn't known each other that long, but I felt like I was tied to him in an irreversible way. Inextricably bound.

Kiara tilted her head while putting her elbow on the table leaning on her fist. "Yea. But if you excuse me, I have to visit the restroom." He looked at me before heading towards the bathroom. "I'll head to the ladies' too." I said. "Sure sure. I'll be at the dance floor." Kiara winked. I chuckled and left. As expected, he was waiting for me at the second floor. "Carmen Santini. The world's best assassin, niece of the Mexican Mafia, Blood Dragon." He smirked. "And Brian Garcia. Mexico's top criminal. " I crossed my arms.

It was him. Mateo Santiago.

Chapter 14 A Long Night Scarlett’s POV I return to my suite in the packhouse and promptly fall face-first onto my bed. It’s nearly 5:00am and between the sexual marathon that Raul and I had combined with the scents of vampires, being on high alert, a dead human and questioning from Detective Dougie (yes, I know his name is Doug, but he bugs me so now it’s Dougie), I’m exhausted. But given the time, I’m not sure if it’s even worth trying to go back to sleep for a couple of hours or if I should just stay awake. Still lying face-down on my bed, I do lift and turn my head to look over my shoulder when I hear Raul enter my suite and close the door behind him.

I said. Stan, a hybrid, half-human and wolf, nodded and dialled a number in my burner phone. He pressed the loud speaker and we waited patiently for Santiago to pick the call. “Tiago,” a baritone voice answered the call. The room was a fucking silent. Santiago didn’t answer in the first ring but the third time. The bastard always took his sweet time. I tapped my table and leaned back in my chair. “Tiago, it's me Ace,” I said and brought another cigar to my mouth and lit it.

The silence afterward felt even heavier than what we had just done. Then his phone rang. Luciano answered instantly. “Speak.” “Don,” a tense voice said on the other end. “We caught some boys near the warehouse. They’re not ours.” Luciano sat up. “Who are they?” “They say Santiago is in town.” The name dropped into the room like a blade. Santiago was the most feared rival of the Cortez empire. Luciano’s expression turned deadly dark. “Keep them alive,” he ordered coldly. “I will deal with them myself.”