Speedy Gonzales Cousin Novels & Stories

He did not know the old man in front of him, and his mother had told him that he shouldn’t take food from a stranger. Hernandez glanced at Colton sharply and snorted, but he did not answer his question. Instead, he looked at Louis and said, “Do you not need to greet me? Where are your manners?” Louis’s eyes swiveled inside of the sockets, and he greeted, “Grandpa!” Colton was stunned. ‘He’s Mr. Lucas’ grandfather?’ “So this kid is your cousin’s son?” Hernandez asked coldly. Louis took a deep breath and asked, “Grandpa, what exactly do you want with this boy?”

Gonzalez snapped, walking closer to Freddy’s large kingsized bed. He wasn’t wearing his normal suit today, he had sneaked back into the country, because of the connections he had all around the country, nevertheless, he was laying very low and quiet. He removed the baseball cap he was wearing, brushing his hands through his dark hair. The brown jacket he wore with the ash T shirt underneath made him look more like a gangster. “We are not sure but we’ve someone in mind, and I’ve just sent Hatake to end his life,” Freddy replied, looking sternly at Gonzalez. He was more fierce and straightforward than his father, if Freddy wasn’t careful, Gonzalez might become the next top notorious mafia.

Elias reduced his voice into an urgent whisper and I was willing to bet he'd moved away so Sage couldn't hear, “We can't afford another mess to clean up. The best course of action would be to loose them.” “It won't be our mess to clean up. It's the Viper's men.” “Can you see them? Are you sure?” “Can't see them yet. But who else would it be?” I slowed down a little, allowing the Kia to catch up. It pulled up beside me and the passenger side window rolled down. Hanzo sneered at me, the snake tattoo on his head seeming to do the same, “My cousin sends his regards.” He yelled as he pointed the gun at me.

I always knew him to take hi spending very seriously— A man of jet black hair and olive skin stepped out of the limousine, a female on each side of him. Dark eyes turned to look at me, pristine pearl white teeth shining under his grin as he marched to me, babes in his arms. Diego Patton. My cousin. Still the rich jackass I remember.

He carefully looks over the table full of knife and tools of torture. “Now tell me Frank. Who are these men?” Frank looks at Veronica and hesitates for only a moment looking at the men. When his eyes settle on the man in the middle his face pales. “This is Diego Gonzalez and that is Mike Garcia. They are both simple foot soldiers. This one in the middle…he is Julius Molina. He is the cousin of El Jefe.” “How will El Jefe feel about his cousin dying here today?” “El Jefe is an understanding man and if it is deserved he will not question it.”

Gonzales has this fun side. They all sat down to breakfast. “Mansour, I apologize for this early morning chaos. My nephews have always been this rambunctious, actually, they all are,” Mrs. Gonzales admitted mouthing the rest of the young adults. Even Mabel before..” and then she shut up. “Before what?” interrupted Mansour. “It is not our tale to tell.” offered Ami. Mansour nodded, maybe someday, he thought. Wanting to distract everybody, he directed his question to Rain and Ami.

How you live in the United States without driving is fuck-all ridiculous. “She’ll pay,” he says while clenching his fists and opening them repeatedly. “Yes, she’ll pay, blah, blah, blah and so will the black bitch with her. Your cousin was a dickhead for getting himself killed by a woman to begin with. Learn a lesson from this. Never trust whores. They’re good for a piece of ass and that’s it.” Goose is too stupid to understand I disrespected his dead cousin and only hears what he wants. “We’ll get them both and get your sister back.”

"Involved in what? You've already made it sound like I'm in a conspiracy thriller." He didn't smile. "Your cousin," he said, and the way he said it made my stomach sink before he even finished. "She was killed last night. One clean shot to the head. There were no witnesses. It looks like Black Scorpion has started taking people out." For a second, I just stared at him. I didn't like my cousin, but that wasn't the point. My voice felt like it belonged to someone else when I asked, "Why?" "The answer is in the—"

"My Aunt Antonia and Uncle Carlos. He's the younger brother of my cousin Marcelino." I remembered the other brother. "Ahhh, of course, Marcelino. I remember him. I don't know your uncles yet." "They live in the house across the street," he pointed to his right side with the knife with which he was still spreading butter on his bread, "but because of Uncle Carlos' work, they travel to Lisbon. My cousins sometimes stay here." He chewed some of his bread and swallowed almost without biting. "Now they've given Maël a dog and he's always going up and down like crazy after Bobby. And the worst thing is that the dog is a disaster."

Because lately he had been busy, he had forgotten about the man named Larry, whom he had seen with Gina at the cinema some time ago. "Larry? You never told me that you had a cousin named Larry," Charles said. "Ah, yes, I never told you, because Larry didn't live here before. But, some time ago he came back and since I and him are very close, I thought I should tell you, lest you think I'm cheating on you with another man when in fact it's my own cousin," Gina replied. "I also still have an uncle named Bryan. He's my father's younger brother and he loves me very much."