mathos sandoval

"That whore," Mathos fumed angrily. "That bloody conniving whore," he ranted furiously to nobody in particular as he slammed the door shut to his office, the sound of glass hitting wood echoing loudly throughout the building. Thankfully, the brewery was closed at this hour to the public, and all...

Setting up shop again in Manta Carlos had been a breeze, much easier than Tomas had originally thought it would be. Not that he had expected any problems -Nick Miller and his precious, yet so gullibly and easily to manipulate lover, Daphne, had made sure of that for him. Their deaths, well...

“Thirty-five,” Rafael sighed and then frowned in sadness and disappointment as he gazed upon his grandson’s tombstone. The headstone itself was simple - just a name and the year he was born, and the year he died. There was no epitaph, no words to commemorate his life. A life that had been...