Romans & histoires Gabriel Reyes

The only fresh blood was Gabe’s. I nearly snicker when I see “Gabriel” walking down the alley. Really Buddy with a wig, make-up and a fake Viuda Negra vest that Mags sewed. From the angle and with it being dark though, he looks spot on. “That’s Gabriel Casillas and a couple of his pack members going in. That’s about when I got the call. I was probably there within ten minutes and in that time nobody else came or went,” I explain.

David protested. "Not to me. You've all passed the test excellently. Well, George passed excellently, about average. As I was saying, we have a mission at hand. Gabriela and I collaborate, in a way. She's the boss, as you know, and she needed a team to stay. Her trusted ones are accompanying her on a mission, and you guys came to my mind." "Can we be done with this, please?" muttered Daniela. "Oh, Rivera, please."

Gil laughed. " I never believed you but I wonder why I didn't pester you to tell me. " Gabriel took a sip of his Pepsi. " That's because you are naturally an indifferent a**hole who only gives a damn about women he's interested in. " " Don't change the topic. " Gabriel warned, frowning. " I'm done talking. That's all I know about Alejandro except he's in the Mafia and makes deadly deals." Gabriel leaned into the chair again and sighed. He wondered what the Mafias were up to. He rubbed his neck stressfully. His knees bumped the table as he moved his legs, nearly making his Pepsi can fall.

“Lorenzo’s trail isn’t clear. Whoever this man is, he’s good at covering it. No real records, no trace of his supposed lineage, no pack affiliation. He’s a ghost, Xavier. Even Rosalyn is looking into who he is and where he came from; so far, nothing is coming up. Elias also reported back…” “I heard from Rosalyn about that.” I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly. “Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but not

“Stop speaking in riddles Matteo. We have many guys at this point. Gaetano, Romano—“ The list fell from my mouth like stones. Each name was a weight that made the room tilt. I felt the pressure of decision like a thumb pressing behind my sternum, insistently. The vineyard of players around me was crowded and messy; i needed a single vine to pull. “Noé Gabriel Aranda Reyes. Ring any bells?” The full name came out like a slow blade. It sounded foreign and varnished, a name that made its own architecture of suspicion. My skin tightened at the sound as if something important had clicked into place.

“He feels like we exist.” Gabriel, who had been leaning against a table stacked with weapons and files, looked up with a slow, predatory grin. “Oh?” he drawled, his tone a strange mix of amusement and satisfaction. “So he finally feels the ghosts breathing down his neck.” Elijah dropped his bag on the table and crossed his arms. “Being a trusted aide for the Hale family has its perks. I get firsthand information before anyone else even smells the storm.” Gabriel’s grin widened as he stood, the light catching the scar that ran along his jaw a reminder of the kind of childhood both men had endured. “That’s great,” he said smoothly. “Then it’s high time he knows that he has two children somewhe

Gabrielle urged her, while she was now gently pulling Lady Bellamy’s hand towards the bed for her to take a seat. "Your father, Dupres was a good man. I mean, a very close friend to the late Mr. Reagan." Lady Bellamy began. "Hold on, isn't Mr Reagan supposed to be Hidalgo's father?" Gabrielle asked, she was slightly confused. "Not at all, dear. Mr. Reagan is Hidalgo's father's younger brother, and his real name is Houston!" "Huh!!!” Gabrielle eyes expanded in surprise. "And..." The door of the room abruptly unlocked, eliciting Lady Bellamy to halt her words as she cracked her head to the door.

’ Pete noticed her frowning at the screen. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “What was the name of the guy, the drug dealer or whatever he is who put a price on the Reiver’s head?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the screen. “Harris, Gordon Harris, why?” “There was a victim of the massacre called Paul Harris, his DNA profile is here, I tested it myself. Maybe they are related?” she looked at Pete questioningly.

My grandma yelled as she got out of the the car slamming the door behind her. “ she said she was sorry for not being able to make it here because she had some kids to deal with. I guess Briella has her hands full.” I chuckled “ Well I’m so glad you can make it!” giving me a big hug “ I see you brought the two trouble makers of your own with you.” grandpa adds standing by the driver seats door “ Yes, sir you remember Creed he’s my beta now and this is Ryan he’s younger brother, hes my gamma” I explain nodding my head in respect. I might be the alpha now but I know better than to cross my grandpa

I walked toward him with the practiced sway of a woman who knew every eye in the room was a camera lens. I stopped at his table and leaned over, placing my palms on the mahogany. "You look like you're waiting for a funeral to start. Or a hostile takeover. Which one is it?" Gabriel didn't look up immediately. He finished reading a sentence, then slowly, agonizingly slowly, raised his gaze. His eyes were a deep, cool brown. He didn't look impressed. He didn't even look surprised. "I am working, Miss Rayne," he said. His voice was a low, smooth baritone.