Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss’ office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss’ death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle… Will ya?
View More~Nothing to Find~Andrès hung up the phone, the call with Carlos still lingering in his mind, leaving him slightly annoyed. But rather than letting it occupy his thoughts, he decided to set it aside. Carlos could say what he wanted, but Andrès had his own path to carve out, and he wasn't about to let anyone-family or otherwise-dictate his way of running things.With a quick shake of his head, he refocused and picked up his phone, calling his Pa to track down Joyce. After a few moments, Pa confirmed she was on her way. Andrès leaned back in his chair, letting his mind wander briefly as he waited. He'd asked Joyce to dig into Carlos's background, and he was eager to hear what she'd uncovered. Carlos seemed to pop into his life out of nowhere, and while he was supposedly family, Andrès knew better than to accept anyone's word without proof.A light knock at the door interrupted his thoughts, and Joyce stepped in. Joyce had a way of handling things that put him at ease, but she also had a
~My Rules~Carlos sat back in his chair, letting the silence hang in the air as he processed what had just transpired. The other members of the Table shifted uncomfortably, their expressions wary. Finally, Carlos cleared his throat and spoke, his voice a mix of reassurance and confidence, even if it was just for show."I'll handle it," he said, breaking the silence that had settled over them. "Andrès is... adjusting. He has his own way of doing things, but I'll speak with him. We'll sort this out."Some of the men nodded, though Carlos could see they weren't entirely convinced. They had just witnessed the fire in Andrès's eyes, his absolute refusal to be controlled. Carlos stood and gave a brief nod to the group. Without another word, he made his way out of the club, feeling the weight of their eyes on his back.When he got outside, he climbed into his car, shut the door, and immediately pulled out his phone. Dialing Andrès's number, he leaned back in his seat, waiting for his son to
~I'm The Boss~As dawn broke, Mateo walked into Andrès's office with a grim, determined look on his face. He had news, and by the look of him, it wasn't the kind anyone would take lightly."We got him, boss," he announced simply. Andrès looked up, his expression unreadable, but Mateo knew his boss well enough to know that he was already anticipating the rest."Who was it?" Andrès asked, barely containing his anger.Mateo straightened. "One of the Table's own informants. They sent him to sniff around our operation. He thought he was clever, but I made sure he realized his mistake." Mateo's eyes hardened, hinting at just how "final" the lesson had been.Andrès nodded, taking it in, his jaw clenching as he processed the betrayal. He took a deep breath, his voice low and cold. "Good. They need to know who they're dealing with. Arrange a meeting with the Table," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for debate. "And make sure Carlos is there. I want him to see this up close."Mateo gave a t
After a long day, Andrès had a long hot shower before heading to bed. He laid down, facing the ceiling as he tried to get some rest. He was yet to get some since Elijah's death. It was almost as if he tried to keep himself busy, just to keep his mind off it. Andrès stared at the ceiling, his mind racing. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Carlos's face, heard his words echoing in his mind–I'm your father. How many lies had he been living under without even knowing it? What kind of games was Carlos playing? It didn't make any sense and with how his life turned out since Emily and Gael betrayed him, Carlos turning up as his father looked a little too convenient. He grabbed his phone and dialed Joyce's number without a second thought. The phone rang a few times before her sleepy voice answered."Andrès?" she mumbled, trying to shake off sleep."I need you here first thing in the morning, Joyce," he said, unable to keep the urgency out of his voice. "It's important."There was a brie
~Passage~A few days had passed since Andrès and Carlos had struck their agreement, and Andrès found himself summoned to a private club downtown. "The Table" requested a meeting . It was an exclusive gathering spot, meant only for the most trusted and powerful figures in their line of business. As Andrès walked in, the atmosphere felt heavy, charged with a mix of curiosity and skepticism that only grew as the men at the table sized him up. Each of them held their own power, wealth, and influence-and now, Andrès had a seat among them.Carlos motioned him over to an empty chair. "Gentlemen, meet my son, Andrès," he introduced, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority. The others nodded, some with interest, others with unreadable expressions. Andrès took his seat, meeting each of their eyes in turn, feeling their scrutiny."Good to meet you again," one of the men said, leaning back with a smirk. "Carlos has spoken highly of you. Now, let's see if you can live up to it.""Apprecia
~Deal~"Good," Andrès said, the tension in his shoulders easing ever so slightly. "I want this done by the end of the day."Joyce gave a firm nod, understanding the gravity of his directive. "I'll get on it right away." She turned to leave but then paused, a hint of hesitation crossing her face.He noticed and raised an eyebrow. "Something else on your mind?"Joyce glanced back, her expression unreadable. "Only that if this competitor is willing to go as far as threats, they may try to undermine you in other ways too. It might be wise to keep a close watch on anyone connected to the deal."Andrès tilted his head, impressed by her perceptiveness. "Noted. Do what you need to ensure it goes smoothly. I trust you, Joyce."She gave him a brief, confident smile. "I'll update you as soon as I have confirmation from the seller."With that, she left his office, already dialing the phone to get in touch with the accountant and the seller. Andrès watched her go, feeling a mix of frustration and
~Highest Bidder~Andrès arrived home later that night, the events of the meeting with Carlos and the Table still fresh in his mind. He barely had time to process what he'd just experienced before he saw Joyce waiting for him in the living room, her usual poised and professional aura tempered with a hint of tension. She stood when he walked in, offering a polite smile."Evening, Andrès.""Evening, Joyce." He studied her carefully. "You sounded urgent. What's going on?"Joyce took a deep breath, gesturing toward the armchair across from her. "Please, have a seat. I have some news about the company we discussed for your legitimate cover."He settled into the chair, watching her intently. "Go on.""There's a complication," she began, her voice level but with an edge of urgency. "The company I initially arranged for you-the one we discussed-is receiving interest from another buyer."Andrès raised an eyebrow. "Another buyer? How much are they offering?""More than we agreed on, unfortunatel
~The Table~The next morning, Andrès was still shaking off sleep when his phone buzzed on the bedside table. He blinked at the screen, recognizing the name immediately-Carlos. His new father.Curiosity tugged at him, and reluctance too. Just days ago, Carlos had been a stranger, a mystery. Now he was trying to position himself right in the middle of Andrès' life."Andrès, good morning," Carlos' voice came through, clear and straightforward."Morning," Andrès replied, trying to keep his tone neutral."I have a proposition for you," Carlos said. "I want to introduce you to some people. Influential people. They're part of a council we refer to as 'the Table.' It's important you meet them."Andrès sat up, alert now. "The Table?""Yes," Carlos replied. "They're... how do I put this? A council of sorts. Each member is a powerful figure in their respective industry or field. They control a lot more than most people realize. They've been responsible for decisions affecting entire sectors of t
~One man-Two faces~As soon as Andrès stepped back into his house, he didn't waste time. He found Valeria in the kitchen trying to get coffees, and cleared his throat to get her attention."Valeria, I need you to get Joyce here. Now," he said, his voice steady but carrying an urgency that made Valeria pause."Of course, Mr. Manuel," she said, immediately picking up her phone and dialing Joyce.Minutes later, Joyce arrived, but clearly surprised by the sudden call. "Andrès, what's going on?"He motioned for her to sit across from him, his expression serious. "I need to talk business, Joyce. But this is... a little more complex than usual.""Alright." She folded her hands on the table, giving him her full attention. "Tell me what you're thinking."Andrès leaned forward, his gaze sharp. "I'm looking to buy a legitimate business-a cover, something that can stand on its own, with real profits, good optics. I want something with a strong, positive reputation that'll serve as a buffer for th
~Not All That Glitters is Gold~"Damn it, Andrès!" Emilia yelled at her husband in a fury. "What is this, Emilia? What are you getting so worked up about?" Andrès inquired, his voice tinged with confusion. "Are you actually slow? Or are you just pretending to be slow? She spat, with no remorse. "I am neither, but I need you to explain what this is about." Andrès requested. "Oh, Sweet Lord..." Emilia became frustrated and rubbed her tempo. "My friends always go shopping for nice things and take vacations with their husbands." Here I am, being mocked at every chance they get for being so broke and sticking to your sorry ass." She nagged. Andrès understood why she was fighting after hearing what she said, but he still did not get her point. She seemed to be trying to insinuate something, but she had not quite nailed it. Her nagging eventually became an echo in the room, but he still needed her to relax and understand him. He needed her to understand that not everything that gl...
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