Solage Ortiz Novels & Stories

" I'm sorry " " Sorry ? You are sorry? " Maximo wanted to say more but his cellphone rang out, interrupting him. The ID caller provided the name colly room. Swiftly Maximo answered the call and walk out to the terrace to have his private conversation. " Boss, we find something strange as we are checking the calls of every members of santinos family " " Tell me, what else do you find this time ? " Maximo asked carefully even though His heart was racing as he waited for the man at the other end to say a word.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

Remi retorted, "I released a statement. Mr. Ortega, did you not read it?” Ambrose Ortega scoffed snootily. "I have a ton of work to do. I have no time to read what you have to say.” The sentence was then displayed on the large screen by her projection. "Mr. Ortega, you can now have a look. But I'm intrigued. How did you find the time to read all of the internet rumors if you're too busy to read what I said?” Remi’s counterattack landed precisely and was mild but incisive.

“You once welcomed a client named Sage Michaels, right?” Sage Michaels—a businessman who is heavily involved with the Ortega family. The Ortega family is one of the richest in the country and, as far as she remembers, she has only once seen a family member from that clan. That is also the reason why she knows Mr. Michaels. He simply came to fetch the Ortega woman she met. “Yes, I know him. What happened?” She did not mean to panic, but she can even hear the worry in her voice herself. “Nothing bad happened, but I terribly need your help.” Jelly took another deep breath before looking at her pleadingly. “You’re more knowledgeable about them than me, so please swap clients with me. I know your

" Sensing the violent aura around her, Wesley assumed an attack posture and wanted to pounce on Lolita when he was suddenly attacked by Lolita instead. "Same old moves. You think you can catch me off-guard again?" She then threw some poisoned needles at Ortiz, who quickly hid behind a pillar and shouted, "gua…!" Before he could finish the statement, Lolita waved her hands casually, which resulted in sweeping him off his feet. He was suddenly hoisted and made to hit hard against a wall behind him. Ortiz couldn't believe what he was seeing. Even though he was in so much pain, he still managed to ask in shock,

Simon revealed and Adam could only listen. “I told him about your case and he pulled out some files. I gotta say, buddy, you’ve made a powerful enemy. That Ortiz guy ain’t no joke. He kills first and asks questions later. I have no idea how he hasn’t targeted your house yet,” Simon added and Adam gulped in fear. He knew about that part but wanted to forget it. Simon continued, “Hugo Ortiz literally owns the police in his territory. He is THE Cartel.” “I didn't need a government funded investigation to know that I’m royally fucked. I knew it the moment I set my eyes on Jessica that fateful night. Is there any way out of this?” Adam said.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

I asked, and he chuckled. “It is about time that you start understanding that NOTHING happens unless I want it to.” He said, and I took a deep breath, shaking my head at his behavior for a second before I looked at him as I waited for what he was going to tell me. “She is going to suffer a bit, and then you are going to go and you will ‘pay them a visit’. Whatever state that she is in, and believe me, I knew Bartolomeo enough to know that they all suffered as omegas. Her mother died during childbirth and that put more efforts on him to take. He was trying to get help from ME to get her out of that hell.”

The Nevada heat had no mercy that afternoon, pressing down on Valeria Thompson like the weight of memories she could no longer ignore. The sun bled gold across the sky as she stepped out of her sleek black Range Rover, her heels clicking on the stone driveway of the Ortega estate. The Ortega cartel wasn’t large, but it was precise, a small operation that couldn't compare to Leonardo's sprawling empire. Its leader, Mateo Ortega, was known for his calm exterior, jovial nature, and strategic mind, which guided his team through negotiations, business deals, and high-pressure situations with ease and finesse.

I fully understood what the problem was. "Adrian Ortega, CEO of Santoria Industries, and Joyce's boss," I concluded, extending my hand for a handshake. The middle-aged lady reluctantly accepted my extended hand and forced a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Ortega. If I'm not mistaken, you must be the man my firstborn son keeps talking about. He also has the dream of becoming a great businessman like you one day." I took her words as an opportunity to break the ice and start a conversation.