Romans & histoires Guerrero

Leandros Gutierrez stated formally. He was the company's major client and the owner of the property. According to Jimena, the Gutierrez family was among the wealthiest, most prominent, and influential clans in the South Province, known for being private and formidable. Rumor had it that they were the third richest clan in the country. Could this man be a member of the Gutierrez clan from the South Province? He was strikingly handsome, with a muscular physique that would make any woman swoon. His broad, chiseled chest was accentuated by an expensive business suit, and his long, tied-back hair and beard emphasized his powerful and commanding presence. He was undeniably attractive, exuding a se

300 Win Mag sniper rifle. Rusty grinned. "That's exactly what it is. It's the same rifle Chris Kyle used, and it's the one I have the most kills with." Dix dipped his head once in acknowledgment. "Then we'll have to make sure you always have it at the ready." The lean, dark man sitting next to Rusty also reached out a hand "Gonzalo Cruz." He grinned, a flash of white teeth. "My friends call me Gonzo." "What do your enemies call you?" Dix asked.

He pulled the glasses from his eyes and then he extended a hand. “Felix Guerrero.” My eyes twitched. Felix Guerrero?

Of course, if that was the case, he wouldn't be where he was now. Luis Rojasknown as El Toro because he was built like a bullwas one of the most powerful cartel leaders in Mexico. Maybe in all of Central America. He and Elias' brother had been friends since they were both halcones (falcons) in the cartel named for Luis' family. Now Luis was the leader of the group that rivaled Sinaloa and was continuing to expand its reach. They were among the most feared narcotrafficantes and considered the most adept at bringing high-value humans over the border.

She admitted to herself. His eyes looked almost dead. Like he felt nothing, not amusement, not anger...Not even the lust she’d always saw in them. This was Alexander Guerriero. The man she worked for and the Don of the Guerriero family. This was why people feared him. This was why people respected him. This— “You are my assistant, you will be by my side seven days a week and twenty four hours a fucking day...Wipe that fucking fear from your eyes, I never want to see them again when you stare at a corpse!”

I stared quietly at the heavily round man dressed sharply in tuxedo, with a face set as hard as stone. “Augusto Guerro,” I muttered under my breath. I've heard much about him to know he was nothing but bad news. “Colombia-born, billionaire on paper, but underneath—he's involved in shady drug trades, operates illegal mining, indulges in arms trafficking. Guerro's got deep pockets, political protection, and a small army guarding him day and night.” I swallowed, my jaw clenching tightly as I reeled in impatience. “Getting to Angelo right now is practically impossible. He's currently buried deep in Guerro's inner circle.” Davis finished with a sigh.

Guerrero takes out his gun and shoots the man, square in his chest without flinching a muscle then he strides towards Jeremy. “What is this hostile reception I'm getting, Kid?” “There was a… situation.” “I can see that, even the slick and cunning Maxim couldn't slip through this one,” Guerrero mocked. Maxim moaned at his son’s betrayal, “You bastard.” He gurgled, struggling as blood bubbled in his throat. “Take him to the car,” Guerrero snapped at two of his men. “Our bargain is complete Kila Vongov, pleasure doing business with you.” Guerrero turns his back to leav

That is his way of life. "That’s Carter Horaze Villaraza." Sancha said this while secretly pointing to a man next to Zeeve. He appears to be cold and intimidating! His hair was neatly cut, and his defined cheekbones and concrete jaw stood out while he chewed his food. “Auxel Ryder Gallego.” My gaze was drawn to the other guy next to Carter; he looks so fine with his scythe-shaped brows and sea rover-blue eyes that are noticeable even from a distance.