Mexico の小説・ストーリー

"No. Just scared. Baby's moving fine now. I think we're both okay." He pulled a card from his inside jacket pocket. Black card stock, simple white lettering. Just a name and a phone number. "If trouble again. Or need anything. Call. Mexico City dangerous for beautiful women alone. Especially American women who don't know which streets to avoid." She took the card, her fingers brushing his. "Thank you, Mateo. Really. You probably saved our lives." He nodded once, his eyes lingering.

“But tell me, Antonio, where are you guys taking me?” “Cariño, I can’t believe he hasn’t told you. We are going to Mexico,” he winked. Ava couldn’t contain the excitement as her face lit up like Christmas moon, “are you serious?” “I can never joke with you, niñita.” Ava was so overjoyed that she didn’t care he called her a little girl, although with Antonio, it doesn’t matter what he calls her. She just can’t believe it, even without trying, she would be getting her dream after all. Her birthday wish, she was going to Mexico and Lucian was right beside her. The thought brought a smile on her face and she found herself wishing th

"Oh please, we're future recipe buddies now. My name is Eleanor. Eleanor Bella Starr" "Bella? Any Latina heritage?" She smiled cutely "My mom's Italian" "Aha! With your hair, skin color and beauty, I knew there was something to you! Wait here while I get you a drink" and Marcello was off. He came back with some grape juice and a plate of Trofie Al pesto with pasta twists "I just made this. Taste it and tell me what you think" "Oh, Marcello, no. I'm just a customer-" "Nonsense, Eleanor! Future recipe buddies. Now eat."

He opened his curtains and looked out of the windows to see him. Toni. It was Saturday and the past two weeks had these two getting closer, bonding over the fact that they were both new to Puebla, Mexico. Toni, from Detroit and Mateo from Miami. He looked down at his black hair with a tint of blonde at the edges. And Toni waved his hands as a smile crept to his lips, Mateo rushed through his door and downstairs, abandoning whatever Mateo was doing in the kitchen as he strolled to the door. Toni was already by it, holding up keys in his hands.

With her computer hacking skills, she’d been the one cooking up the distractions in the pace while X got me out of there. Spitfire told me about the counter-coup meeting in Tenochtitlan. ‘Tenochtitlan’ had been the original name of Mexico City under the Aztecs before Cortes conquered it. So, Tenochtitlan is the name of Mexico City’s secret underground version of itself. With large parts of Mexico being third world status and with the nation’s government compromised by the controlling influence of the drug cartels, Mexico isn’t a big player in the New World Order and

Merlin smiled slightly and said, “You must have been smuggled into the United States. There are only two ways for you to be smuggled, and that is either by sea or by land. However, if it’s by sea, you can’t possibly have gone back and forth within six to seven days, so I feel that the plane must have flown you to the landing country first before you were then smuggled into the United States by land.” Merlin then said again, “The United States only has two neighboring countries, and that is Mexico and Canada. If you traveled by land, it’s bound to be one of these two countries, but Canada’s air traffic control is also very strict. So, if your plane chose Canada

He followed the movement of my lips but still failed to say it correctly. "What's my favorite swear word?" He finally said after thinking hard for a couple of minutes. It was my time to laugh hard, I fell back holding my tummy while he watched me smiling. "Now is the moment you tell me the right answer" He helped me sit back again with much anticipation. "ZIHUATANEJO, Mexico, My dream destination for my first trip out of the country" "Never heard about it. Aren't girls usually dreaming about Paris, Milan, or Dubai?" He looked confused, I took out my phone and showed him a few pictures of the city and I could see him falling for it too.

The Del Valle family, are powerful multimillionaires, who run practically all of Mexico, many fear them, others not so much, but nevertheless decide to get out of their way to stay out of their way, they have no weak enemies as they tend to disappear mysteriously. Over time they managed to create more alternate routes for their dark business and it was becoming a bit dangerous if someone, for some reason, got in their way, but this news will take time to reach Maria la Mexicana's knowledge.

Maybe I had. The Rivera crime family, is the family that dominates organized crime in the parts of America that are unoccupied by The Russian Mob and the whole of Italy. The family has been nicknamed the 'Rolls Royce' of organized crime. It is rivaled by size and skill only by the Russian Mob. They have generally maintained a close knit relationship with smaller crime organizations outside of America and Italy, including The Irish Mob, The Spanish Outfit and the Gerallo Crime Family. The Russian Mob is considered their most important foe, but efforts are being made by the former to make them an ally.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”