The Road To El Dorado Miguel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was so close to losing most of them tonight, one crazy thing I hate is losing my men, I prefer to lose money instead. Money can always be replaced, but my men can’t be replaced, they are loyal to the core. And loyalty was hard to get, I took a huge gulp from the wine, allowing it to burn my throat. Miguel was once planted as a spy in the Fords household, instead he had a thing with one of the enemies daughter, who is now my wife. I stared at the untouched plate Eliz brought in few minutes ago, right now food was just pointless, it was the last thing on my mind.

" I really didn't feel well when I woke up this morning. I had the feeling that I was doped before bed. I can't even remember how that happened. Miguel didn't leave the house before my friends woke up, because he wanted to be there to confirm my version of us having simply left the mall and returned home. He had a natural talent for convincing humans to accept any version of a story. He said he was performing well next to the human policeman who was trying to open his eyes to the end of the world, but that it was a tiring thing, because he had to use magic to be able to sound with the necessary conviction. Only, either his magic was really as weak as the celestial dog had said, or my friends

His gaze fell on the carved phoenix amulet that once belonged to Amarantha. He had loved her. Still did. And he had failed her. Just as he had failed their child. But not anymore. The very next dawn, Miguel, disguised and armored in travel-worn robes bearing no crest, arrived at Grimm’s safehouse in Country L. The guards stiffened when they saw him, but Cedric did not. They shared no formal greetings. Only a look. One of shared loss. One of unspoken vows. “You came,” Cedric said. “I should have come years ago,” Miguel answered. No one said another word.

He'd sniff it out in a nanosecond and be sitting on death row. I’ve been saving what I can, and I’ll get myself out of the mess I’ve made. A few more months, and I can hire an attorney and beat feet to somewhere he’ll never find me. I tried to leave a few times, and I know the local motel, and even the Big Easy won’t work. I had forgotten that I talked so much about wanting to visit New Orleans. He found me and brought me back both times. My bank account was depleted with that trip.

I rode in the second vehicle with Nathaniel, Miguel squeezed into the front seat giving directions, Carmen sitting beside me in the back. The drive felt endless. Every mile that passed was another mile closer to Ethan. Another mile closer to finding out if he was still alive. Miguel directed the driver through a series of increasingly rural roads, his memory sharp and precise. "Turn left here," he'd say. "No, not that road. The next one." "About two kilometers ahead, you'll see a fork. Take the right path." The sun was starting to set by the time we reached the outskirts of the village where Miguel and Carmen lived.

Every mile we drove, my nerves pressed tighter. When the car finally slowed, I recognized the road before my brain wanted to admit it. The hidden stretch leading toward the outskirts of town. My chest constricted, breath catching in my throat. This was the road that me and Miguel had taken the night we wanted to run away. The same road where his laughter had been swallowed by bullets, where life had slipped out of his body and into memory. Nostalgia clawed at me, but not the sweet kind. This was sharp, painful nostalgia, the kind that cut deeper the harder I tried to push it away.

His fist crashed against Miguel’s face, snapping his head to the side. Miguel gasped, blood splattering from his lips. Dino crouched, gripping his collar. “Where is she?” Miguel coughed, his breath ragged. “S-Sanchez’s compound. Mexico.” Dino’s fingers tightened. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears and could feel the storm of violence threatening to take over. Miguel wheezed, “They promised me… I’d walk away.” Dino stared at him, his rage simmering beneath the surface. There would be no walking away.

- 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

After all, the complete case files were in his office and it was locked. Gio invited Naneth to have lunch with him, and Naneth agreed. They went to a restaurant; they were happily talking when a man approached their table. “Naneth?! Is that you?” Naneth was surprised at the man approaching her. The man is tall, handsome and has a nice smile. He looks like an actor. “Yes?! Do I know you?” Naneth didn’t recognize him. “You forgot about me first. I am Miguel, your young man in San Remedios, and with you in selling hard-boiled chicken egg on the street.” Miguel replied.

For a second I saw a smile in his eyes like he is glad. He started mumbling something, I did not listen, he was my best friend and he was turning his back to me. I knew money was important but really. I turned and started to leave again. I wanted to talk with Natalia but then Tom was acting like that. What can I expect from her? I was heading to my car when I saw Nat, she just smiled, and turned around to talk with her friends. What a beautiful lie my life was. When I got home I took a bottle of I have no idea what, took a big sip, and started smashing shit around me, I was so angry, sad, I had so many feelings that at the end I was empty.