Jay X Carlos の小説・ストーリー

What? I let go of him by pushing him back in the chair. What the fuck has Michael done? Last I checked, he was no longer in the business anymore so what the fuck is Carlos talking about? I looked down at him, trying to read his face to ascertain if he was lying or not. “Tell me everything or I'll kill every single member of that poor excuse of a gang you got.” His face remained expressionless. “You know I won't do that, Xandy.” He mocked.

That's a boundary I'd rather not cross. Walking up the stairs and down the hall into the sitting room, I deposit the tray on the table, slip his card beneath it and leave. I'm still in the hallway when I see Javier walking towards me from the opposite direction. Carlos and a man i haven't seen before flanks him from behind. While Carlos’ large body swallows up the other man's form, they both have nothing on Javier. His six foot something self walks with so much poise, he could be a world class model if this cartel thing didn't work out for him. I'm not kidding.

What did I get myself into? He stood and advanced towards me in an unfriendly manner, I took wary steps backwards. “Exactly what you heard me say, Ayla. You intentionally spilled coffee on me just to get me to notice you. You left the normal elevator and came to the VIP elevator because you knew I’d be there.” “What?! I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” What kind of a brute was he? Was this how he was? The Almighty CEO Jaxon of XM company. The youngest billionaire in the country. Was he naturally like this or money was making him arrogant?

Alex said to his mom. "Alexander Cyrus Mayson, you need to stop saying these things. We know that Carlos is not so much of a good person, everybody knows that but whatever you are saying would get you in trouble. There is a prophecy that says that there would be a savior and the person would be different, unique from the rest and until we have that savior, you can't go around ruining Carlos' image. He would not like it and it would get you in trouble. The last thing I need is Carlos taking you away from me" She said to him.

"Magnus Jordan, you're getting the crates into the barn, fast!" Pedro Reyes growled, not even trying to hide his anger at the handsome, well-built physique man. What he was doing here had been a mystery to him ever since he had his first glimpse of the newest protégé of Carlos del Valle. Not only had that, solely by the outward appearance between his compatriots noticed massively, but it was also no secret that he did not have his drug use under control.

Watching as Stetson screamed in terror in his suspended state, Xyrielle—who was under the platform—quickly shouted, “D-dad! Hurry and think of a way to deal with that villain!” Despite hearing his daughter’s pleas, even Yaakov was at his wits’ end. As for Carlos, he found himself turning to look at who was shouting for Stetson’s sake. The second he laid eyes on Xyrielle, he paused for a moment before declaring, “It appears that you’re quite gifted too, young lass! Alright then, since you’re so loyal, I’ll just drain both of you dry together!” Laughing as soon as his sentence ended, Xyrielle wasn’t even able to react in time before Carlos lifted his hand again and drew the poor girl toward th

He didn't budge from his place. Before Kyla could react, Jayden's fist met Carlos square on the face...

Jay said. “Alright… Get in,” Xyla said. Jay instantly got in from the other side of the car. “Thank you, boss…” He said politely. “Don’t worry about it,” Xyla said. Meanwhile, Jay’s assistant, Macy, got into the bodyguard’s car behind them… After turning on the car engine, Xyla led the entourage of cars directly to AS Magazine. During the journey, Jay silently played with his phone. Since he wasn’t speaking, Xyla didn’t say much either…

Carlos or X? I begin to fill the information on the site slowly , while I balance all the pros and cons of the two... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X? ?... Carlos or X?... Carlos or X?.. Carlos or X?... Carlos or X? On the screen appears that my purchase was successfully made.

Taking an elevator to the top floor, we are escorted by a young looking Italian woman to a private sector. There is already an Italian guy in suit sitted by the wide table, a girl with glasses which I guess to be his assistant by the side. "Logo temp o." He stands up, giving us a tight smile. "Ciao." The girl with glasses nods at me. "Oh... Hello." I smile sheepishly, hoping what she said is a greeting. "Bello verditi di nuovo." Xavier replies professionally to the Italian guy. Scanning through the way he is dressed, and how he presents himself in a prideful manner just like some one I know, I could tell he is no other than Mr Carlos in flesh and blood.