The Road To El Dorado Miguel Novels & Stories

Seven years ago I managed to slip out thanks to Olga. With my head down, I follow the directions she gave me, thinking that when I make it I'll get her, Ines, and Alma out. The only reason they're stuck there is because they have no money to cross to the other side. I will work hard, become rich, and help them leave the Cartel. Maybe I can get Andres out too. He'll love America. There are a few people on the road which works for me but I can't help noticing the cars speeding by. They're all shiny and expensive. As far as I know, the only place they could be going to is El Rey's house to attend the wedding I just ran away from. What will they say when they realize the bride is missing? What w

Miguel’s POV I turned my car around heading to the bridge, making all the cars to chase after me. I deliberately took some curves and turns that confused the coos chasing after me, making them crash against each other. Before long, the cars chasing after me reduced considerably, but they never gave up on me, they continued calling for more backup, chasing after me relentlessly.

On a mountain range outside Liberty City, Miguel dashed in front of James and blocked his path. James turned around to flee, but Cloyd was also on his tail. They flanked him, and his escape routes were blocked off. Faced with these two powerhouses, James kept his cool. “I’m going to say it one last time, motherf*cker. Hand over the treasure, and I’ll leave your body in one piece,” Miguel said dangerously. “Ha,” James snickered.

“Truck waited here.” Miguel saw the tire tracks clearly now, deep in the damp earth. “Which direction?” Miguel asked. Tomas studied the tracks carefully, then pointed down the mountain road. “They left toward Santa Elena.” Miguel stood slowly. Every road from Santa Elena twisted downward through steep jungle and cloud forest. But there were only a few ways out. Don Rafael stepped beside him. “You’re thinking the same as me.” Miguel nodded. “Four routes.” Rafael counted quietly: “Guacimal, Tilarán, San Ramón. And the highway to Puntarenas.”

The most exquisite trip of all for them was undoubtedly the one to Rome, where they were able to relive medieval times full of carnal ardor, and the sales in that area were the best in the world. Finally came the moment that Maria De La Cruz had wanted so much, the time to expand to the north of America, it was a game that she would do her best, because she had a special surprise for David Del Valle's father, and for all his entourage, although it would not be an easy task to finish with all of them, it was a pending revenge in her life. But first he had to travel to Bolivia to prepare Juan Carlos Velazquez, but first he had to ensure his integrity.

"I messed up, and Luke tried to kill me. I had to get out of there fast. Ended up here in Mexico." Carlos nodded, his mind racing. This was more than enough. "That's wild, man. You're braver than I thought." Miguel laughed, clearly drunk and pleased with himself. "Yeah, well, it wasn't my best job, but I got out alive." Carlos made sure to keep Miguel drinking until he was nearly unconscious, then drove him home. Once Miguel was safely inside, Carlos stepped out of the car and made a call to Martin. "It's done," he said simply.

"I will hire a new tracker and tech guy to replace Miguel. After that, I will make sure to give him a proper burial." As Hugo stormed out of the room with the other henchmen, Silvia fell to the floor, oblivious of the blood. "W-We are all going to die," she whimpered, shaking uncontrollably. "It's useless..." But Hugo slammed the door, ignoring her miserable cries as he set out to do what she could not—refuse to surrender and fight for their don's life. *** Deangelo's lips were chapped and dry, his body covered in dirt as he trekked barefoot along the scorching road. The stares of the locals, dressed in flowing robes and hijabs, bore into him—he was clearly a foreigner in these parts.

I answered, “Well, now it’s just me because I chased Diego away.” Miguel spun to me with his mouth falling open. “You did? How?” “The devil’s son never shares his secrets.” When Miguel merely blinked in confusion, I winked. “Get back into your seatbelt.” After he complied, I pulled into traffic and glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “I’ve seen you before, you know. But you were running by so fast you were nothing but a blur.” A proud grin lit Miguel’s face. He puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders in order to sit taller as he announced, “I’m the fastest in my class. They call me Flash, like the superhero.”

But after Miguel had just finished telling him that, he was in the same position as someone who was almost certain to win the jackpot. Suddenly, Thanatos spoke up after a momentary pause on Hades' part, asking, "Do you know where they went to or why are they even looking for her?" As Thanatos waited for the answer, Hades became speechless for a moment. “I’m sorry, boss, but they looked like armed men. I was hesitant to engage too much.” Miguel responded which nearly dashed Hades' hope once more if it weren't for Miguel's follow-up statement, which said, “Though I believe I saw two of them somewhere in Apex. I can’t be wrong.”

- she added, turned back gracefully and walked ahead, Samael behind her, giving Nadir a look that said he would get what he wanted, which was her, sooner or later. Nadir hated his confidence, but wasn't going to think about it any longer, after all, she had more serious concerns now. Without delay, she reached the portal, which finally brought her to the surface. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Miguel was racing through the streets of the city, his despair growing minute by minute. He rode until was outside the city, in the woods. There he got out without locking the car, and continued on foot, only stopping when reached the cliff. There were rocks and sand below. Miguel thought that if had jumped from he