Mariano X Camilo Romane & Geschichten

Maximo pacified. “Argh!” I groaned, moving away from him. “Who are you?” Emiliano questioned. “Isn’t that a dumb question?” Mariano retaliated and Emiliano punched him in the face. He spilled blood from his mouth. “Answer me!” Emiliano demanded angrily. “I am your flesh and blood, Emiliano,” Mariano declared and chuckled. “Is the resemblance not great evidence?” “How come I never knew you?” Emiliano asked, taking a step back from him.

Mariano's expression darkened visibly, and he made me sit down on the chair I was previously tied to before sauntering over to Landon. "Motherfucker." He swore, landing a punch on Landon's eye. "Untie him." Mariano instructed Emilio, "I won't fight a man who can't protect himself." Landon was quickly untied, but he obviously didn't stand a chance against my man. Mariano beat him to a pulp, punching him hard across his face, kicking his gut, till he was bleeding profusely. "I love her." Landon choked through the assaults. "You will never love her like I do."

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

The Famiglia Capo looked like he wanted to crush Cosimo’s throat, and I knew he could have done it. Cosimo was one of the most vicious fighters, brutal to the very core, but a fight with Phoenix would probably kill them both. Even Simone and I couldn’t prevent that, not with Warren and Romero and the snipers. Cosimo’s face turned red, but he kept talking. “Manuele Villondo is our enemy, and I’m going to

Mila sat opposite her, clearly annoyed, and Andrade was in his usual corner—arms crossed, face unreadable, watching everything without a word. But the man sitting beside Marisol was the one who caught my attention. He looks tall, older, mid-fifties maybe—with slick dark hair and a too-perfect smile. Marisol’s hand was resting on his knee and his hand on the small of her back. The picture looked too intimate for comfort. Marisol’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “This is Cristian Léon Marquez,” she said proudly. “Be nice now.” My chest tightened. I glanced at Andrade, waiting for a reaction, but he didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

Riccardo. “Marino,” Killian replied smoothly. “Quite a turnout.” “Quite,” Marino said. “Have you seen Tommaso around here anywhere? I had a deal with him, and he doesn’t seem to be delivering.” Killian hummed. “No, I haven’t. You know we don’t work together anymore, yes?” “I know you spun him out on his own.” Marino grunted. “Though I don’t know that was smart.” “Oh?” I could almost picture Killian quirking one eyebrow.

Currently, I’m serving drinks on one of the four round sectionals, accommodating about ten club-goers where Camilo and his friends are. “On the main floor,” I replied curtly. I knew they broke up because he cheated on her. It’s an ugly breakup, and I’m definitely judging the guy even though I knew little about him. I’m biased that way. Maya became more of a sister to me like Tina. “Tell her to serve our table,” he commanded in a gruff voice. From what I gathered, Camilo is from a family who owns a winery here in Las Mencía. The petite, dark-haired girl wrapped around his body doesn’t seem to mind that her boyfriend is looking for another girl while he’s with her.

Dante said, sipping his drink as he looked at Candela. She scowled at him. **************** OUTSIDE THE MANSION Mario walked towards his car and reached to open it, but Carlos approached him. "Mario," "Yes?" Carlos stood in front of him. "I saw you," Mario furrowed his brows. "What are you...." "You and Camilla last night," Carlos retorted. Mario's face twitched. "How could you, man?" Carlos asked, making Mario look away. "I thought you loved your girlfriend," Carlos said.

Margarita replied, scared. "No, sir, seriously, I saw them with these eyes kissing,” said Maria. I remained static, but seconds later I could only clear my throat, so they got scared and continued talking about other types of topics. "Sir, can I leave? I feel a little unwell” said Camilo, and the truth was that he was so pale that it seemed that at any moment he was going to faint. “Aren't you going to eat something, man?" I asked him, surprised.