Novelas y relatos de Xavier Serrano

he slowly said. I shook my head. “You’re not my sister’s father…” I denied while I looked at him intently, trying to remember Shahrae’s father’s face. He who died a long time ago. “It’s me, Xerra. It’s me… Miryeob…” he said finally, and he was in agony.

“They can expand in another territory, not mine. I need to set an example for other people. I own the New York mob and I will fight anyone for it.” Ivan smiled because he knew we were going hunting. I only needed one high-ranking official from the Chicago Outfit to punish as an example. That would teach them not to mess with me. “I have word that Sergio, an enforcer in the Chicago Outfit is currently in New York. He’s probably overseeing the distribution here.” Ivan and I changed into darker clothes for the night and carried the ammunition we needed to attack the man. He was bound to have security, which was why I was taking Ivan with me. I would have done it myself if he wasn’t so paranoid.

He nods his appreciation as he stands back against the wall next to Robbie and I move over to the wall next to Ryan. I grab a chair from the tall stack of them that we keep in here and set it down in front of Alberto, and then I straddle the seat and take a minute to rein in my temper. I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

"Do you happen to know the man dancing with Irene? The tall one with the dark hair?" Charles followed his gaze, his expression shifting from casual interest to recognition. "Ah, yes. That's William Serrano. Italian billionaire with old family money layered over modern success in renewable energy and high-end maritime ventures. Quite the figure in European circles. Why the sudden interest? Feeling a touch possessive on your own wedding day?" Sebastian kept his tone even, though his jaw clenched slightly. "Just curious. He seems... quite familiar with her."

Selena Mario was now shouting gaining attention of the crowd. Alessandro looked at his surrounding and took a deep breath to calm himself. Almost everyone was staring at them. Nearing closer to her, he whispered in her ear. Sabrina Leonardo looked at the scene of Alessandro too closed to the clingy girl and tears stung in her eyes. She walked closer to them to hear what they were talking about. "Shut the hell up! You stupid woman! We never had any relationship and you were never my girlfriend! Remember it was just a casual time pass from both side! Now don't utter more of nonsense and go away silently."

Snapping out of my trance, I spin around to face him and the guys grabbing their drinks. Danni smirks at my uneasiness and hands me a beer. I roll my eyes at his stupid behaviour. I look back over to see Ashleigh and Samantha had been joined by Lachlan King. I never did like the guy. He always gave me the creeps. Out of the four Alpha heirs, he is the worst. His father is the Alpha of Westfield and just a weasel to deal with. His son isn’t much better. He moves closer and goes between the two girls sliding a hand around Samantha, pulling her in close. It seems these two are more than just business. Ashleigh excused herself from the group and starts to head towards me, looking directly at me

“You’re the reason we’ve been able to keep the peace. You’re a true leader.” Donovan smiled, basking in their praise, feeling the camaraderie that bound them together. “I appreciate all of you. It’s not just about me; it’s about all of us. Together, we’re stronger.” As he watched the video of the inciter’s failed attempt to rally the factions against him, he felt a sense of pride swell within him. Despite the dangers lurking in the shadows, he had established a network of loyal allies, ensuring that his reign would not be easily threatened.

Thirty -Jenna- "There's a girl named Janet who makes really good sandwiches." Helmer says to trying to break the tension in here, then taking another bite out of it. I looked back to Alcander and see him taking a step closer to him while his head twitches while he keeps blinking. Each blink his eyes would change, hazel, blue, bright hazel, bright blue. He took another step closer while his breathing is harsh. "Alcander." I say while I look over to Helmer and see him looking down at the freakin sandwich, not paying attention that an Alpha might just end his life right here with no mercy.

Or maybe it was just him. Xavier cleared his throat as he sat, ignoring the jab and acting like he didn’t hear a word. He interlocked his fingers and raised his head to look at Horacio. He silently wished to punch that smug smile off the man’s face but then again, Xavier was a man of sound reasoning and although he knew he could do whatever the fuck pleases him in that moment, he wouldn’t hurt Horacio. “Good afternoon to you too, Dr. Horacio,” Xavier said, not bothering to sound polite as he felt the man didn’t deserve it, sarcasm dripping off his tone.