Novelas y relatos de Sicario

“Indeed, but if we find Cosimo there…” “We are to speak to him until the rat finds it in himself to leave. And even when that happens, we are not going to attack him.” Mario said, and Diego frowned. “The best revenge is served cold. And if you give him what he wants casually, we are going to be smart about it. You are going to have to wait for him to fear you. He has to live in fear of you being angry, of you turning against him, and of you wanting to gut him alive. Only when you see yourself ready will you be able to face the man. Until then, you are going to wait before he is dead.” “And if I cannot control myself? If I can’t look the man in the eye without gutting him alive?” Diego asked,

Selena – POV “Vittorio, no!” I screamed. I didn’t mean to. It just ripped out of me. The sound bounced off the stone walls, sharp and raw. Scarface dropped like a ragdoll, blood splattering the gravel. His eyes stayed wide even after he hit the ground. Empty. Gone. I’d seen shit. I’d seen death. But not like this. Not this close. Not this real. Not from him. Vittorio didn’t even blink. Just stood there holding the smoking gun, calm like he’d just closed a business deal. His eyes were empty. Like a ghost took over.

They landed at the private helipad in the cartel's compound. “Nicholas I would have said it’s great seeing you, but we never meet for pleasure” Santiago greeted them with a smirk on his lip and is smoke in his hands,His scar running across his face up to his neck “Santiago” Nicholas replied curtly, “still grumpy as ever” Santiago remarked unbothered by Nicholas rudeness . “How did you let an idiot like Marius get a hold of you like this?” he asked mockingly as they walked into the house.

They hugged each other happily after a long time of seeing each other. "How have your been Sofia?" Maria asked. "Yo lo he estado haciendo bien y tu?" Sofia asked. "I have been stressed after my husband died so, I am not doing very well." Maria replied after they sat down. "I'm so sorry for his death, it must be so hard for you to cope. Como esta maestro Felipe?" "Philip is doing fine...he hardly showed his emotions after the burial. He has been working a lot lately and he hasn't spoken to me for three days."

Danika was crying and was holding Haris's arm tightly. Sisi closed her eyes for a second and the moment she opened them up, her eyes turned to gray. She can see everything around her, it's like she have eyes all over her head. She stood still and focused. A woman was coming to them with a sword; she's invisible but Sisi could see her. Sisi prepared herself and tighten her grip on the hilt. The Badblood came to them and was lifting her sword, ready to slash at them. But before she could do that, Sisi waved her sword in a wide arc and slit her throat. The Badblood lost her invisibility and dropped to the ground, holding her neck.

He would have loved to have a television and a refrigerator but his scholarship money didn’t allow it. The light blue colour of the walls added a certain aesthetic appeal to the otherwise congested room. Above the door, there was a huge poster of a girl siting on a stack of hay, cupping her chin with her hand and gazing across the lush green field towards the horizon. On it ran a powerful quote, Todo estara bien al final. Si no esta bien, entonces no es el final. Everything will be fine in the end. If it is not fine, then it is not the end. Anubhav gazed outside his window looking at the tapering pyramidal structures over the Sagrada Familia which glistened with the sparkling sunlight agains

I’m scared, hating that I am the centre of what’s happening, and he is all that stands in front of me if this goes badly. I note security moving closer without drawing attention and Alexi’s shadow, Mico, appears right behind Santagato with a look on his face that says he will kill for his master. Mico is a Carrero; another huge muscular Italian with good DNA and faulty brain wiring that makes him a psycho. He’s usually with Alexi wherever he goes and I feel a hint of relief that he’s swooping in to do his job and flank his boss to exert force if need be. Gino appears behind Alexi, to my left, like a creepy double take and leans in behind him against the wall in the pose his brother just vaca

“I am sorry, I was just trying to keep you from murdering someone in public.” His expression shifted - dark, unreadable. His eyes trailed across my face, lingering on my lips. Then his hand reached up, fingertips grazing my cheek. He always wore the same damn expression. Blank, unmoved, like nothing in this world could touch him. But somehow, in the silence and the stillness, he made sure I and everyone else felt it all - the cold, the control, the darkness wrapped beneath his skin.

I must finish what I started. Skylar was fighting for her life now.she was struggling and trying to break free from me but I'm still stronger than her.She's sick after all She grew weak and I sneer 'I'm almost there' I applied more force. Her hands fall to her side and i smirk her eyes was closing slowly I want to be done with this quick and leave. "What are you doing?" A terrifying voice sounded behinde me.I froze I don't remember locking the door and didn't even notice when he entered and turned around slowly barely breathing

I would just have to avoid my brother-in-law for at least another ten years until my hatred for him had worn off. I saw him coming towards me... I took off walking in the other direction, hoping that he would touch himself and stay away, but what about the fear that someone would notice that we had had a garden party not long before? “So you're SofiaLion!” he said a little louder so that I couldn't run away. “And you are Enzo Sorelli... very convenient...” “ You made a mistake... didn't you?” “Wrong about what?” he puzzled me, I hated to admit I was wrong