The Road To El Dorado Miguel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

] As he read the message, he cursed, “Damn! Damn! Damn!” “Cough... cough....cough,” he coughed, clutching his chest, feeling suffocated and in anguish. Those men who had been apprehended were his best and most elite team. He would not have sent them on this expedition if Felicia had not been arrested. Miguel was convinced that they would not let him down because they were the greatest at what they did, but all of them were apprehended in a matter of hours. In this situation, how could he stay sane?

He peeked through the windows, watching as the man spoke into a radio, his words inaudible from this distance but his posture tense and alert. Miguel looked down at the navigation device. He needed to cross this street to continue toward the pier, but the man was blocking his path. He bit his lip, trying to think like the heroes in his comic books. What would they do? "We need another way, Mr. Growls," he whispered. "A secret path." Miguel glanced around and spotted a narrow space between two buildings—another alley that might lead him around the danger. He took a deep breath, counted to three in his head, and then darted across the sidewalk into the darkness of the passage.

Miguel, who had silently watched over her from a distance, offered his unwavering support and a steadfast love that provided a glimmer of hope in the darkest of times. Together, Zelda and Miguel vowed to unearth the truth, to expose the extent of Monica's betrayal. They delved deep into the secrets and webs of deceit, uncovering a network of darkness that threatened to consume them. With each revelation, Zelda's resolve intensified, propelling her forward on a path of redemption and retribution.

I lowered my gaze to the new studio contract on the table. The address was in the south of the city, by the river, a place where fog gathered more often than not. "I've paid my share too." … On opening day, Tristan came. He did not come inside. He only stood across the street, holding a paper bag. "Do you want to go over?" Wyatt asked. I shook my head. Not long after, the front desk brought up a package. Inside was the repaired fog lamp, and the line "Come home when the fog clears" on the base had been re-engraved.

Eden said through the device as he drove the vehicle along the tiny dusty road covered with bushes. "San Rico has only one way in and out and I'm afraid boss, " Eagle eyes said in fear " Connect me with Miguel," Eden said " Ok boss," Eagle eyes acquiesced. Eden turned to look at the rest of the boys who were tired and resting on the back seat of the vehicle. The whole place was dark and deserted as he had managed to escape with the manager and the vehicle through a route he found outside the underground passage. He knew the SACT team had formed this escape route in times of emergency but where the route was leading to was what he had no idea of.

I felt embarrassed though with the so much attention we got from the onlookers. You cannot believe it, Duncan ordered me to go back to my house at 2am. Alone. He said he would not drop a prostitute home. Fear, anger, regret , doubt went through me. How could I get home at 2am? I could not believe this. I quickly moved out of the hotel and thank God I found a motor cycle home at the car waiting place. I jumped on one at 2am.

I grinned as I looked at it. “He was killed very brutally,” Diego remarked. “I should know, I was the one to kill him.” Diego and his father both looked at me in astonishment. “You killed him?” “He touched my wife,” I said, and both men nodded their heads. Diego was still single, but Miguel understood it perfectly. “Diego says your man has mapped out their movements from New Mexico to Pennsylvania,” Miguel said. “Yes,” I said and pulled a memory stick from my pocket. “You’ll find trade routes, warehouses where they store their drugs temporarily, the trucks they use, names, addresses, affiliates and also, Carlos Suarez’ preferred residence.”

Miguel shook their assailants as he skilfully navigated the boat through the river's bends and curves. The group was finally able to breathe now that the jungle had disappeared behind them. The journey was far from over, but the immediate threat had passed. Miguel's face was unreadable as he turned back to them. He continued, "You owe me big for this, Solomon," in a rough voice. With a clipped tone, Solomon answered, "You'll get your payment." Get us to the safe home, please.