House of Hernandez

Mima

Description

A former Mexican narco transitions into Canadian life with family, politics, and business while holding tight to his ruthless, criminal ways
When House of Hernandez hits the shelves, readers are unaware that Jorge Hernandez’s memoir is little more than a fictional fairy tale. Then again, when you are a former cartel boss with a murderous streak and a criminal history, it’s best to keep some secrets close to your heart.
The brash businessman has bigger things to worry about as he swims in the political waters. He has his work cut out for him when trying to get the bleeding heart Alec Athas reelected, but some days his biggest challenge is keeping the Canadian prime minister alive. While evil forces attempt to push Jorge’s political puppet out of office, they have no idea who they’re going up against in this battle. How can you fight against a man with no scruples?
With all the politics and usual drama aside, Jorge struggles as his crime family starts falling apart. Are the walls caving in the House of Hernandez, or had things already been slipping away without him being aware?

Sujets

• Criminals
• Thrillers
• Mexican Canadian
• Crime family
• Antihero
• Assassins
• Politics of Canada
• Murder
• Vigilante
• Gangsters
• Suspense
• Assassin
• Corruption
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 16 août 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663243904
• Langue: English

Extrait

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HOUSE OF HERNANDEZ
MIMA


HOUSE OF HERNANDEZ
 
 
Copyright © 2022 Michelle M. Arsenault.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4381-2 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-4390-4 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022915032
 
 
 
iUniverse rev. date: 08/16/2022
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
CHAPTER 1
Honor. It’s not a word we hear much anymore, probably because it doesn’t mean much anymore. We live in a society that’s quite comfortable letting it all hang out, with little concern with reputation and the legacy left after they die. Who are you, and how will you someday be remembered? Will those who speak of you do so fondly, lovingly, and respectfully, or will you be spoken ill of, or even worse, completely forgotten?
To be honored is to be respected. And respect is something money can’t buy, but it can be manipulated.
Jorge Hernandez knew all about honor. Despite his ruthless style of retaliation or his cartel background, he went out of his way to create an illusion of brilliance. It didn’t matter if it was one of his many businesses or the volunteer work connected to his brand. Jorge knew it was all about perception. People needed to view him as a powerful man who had moved to Canada and taken over the business world, where he was ruthless and always found his way to the top. Then there was his family, and that was what made him shine.
“Maria, I have told you already,” Jorge pointed toward the door in his home office. “Not everything is for you yet.”
“I didn’t say it was,” His 15-year-old daughter whined on the other side of the desk. Her big brown eyes widened, causing him to look away. There was such an innocence about her, such an intense longing to be as powerful as her father. She wanted to learn everything, but it wasn’t the time. “But this isn’t a bad meeting. Is it? Isn’t this about your book?”
“There are no bad meetings,” Jorge corrected her while shaking his head. “I do not want to overwhelm you with everything at once. You are only 15. You do not have to learn everything about the family business today. Enjoy life, be a teenager. It only happens once.”
“Thank God for that,” She muttered and looked down. “ Papá, I want…”
“Maria, please, I do not like it when you whine,” Jorge cut her off. “Enough! Si, I do appreciate your enthusiasm for learning everything. I really do. However, you must calm down. You had many lessons during the summer. Today, we are only talking about my memoir. That is all.”
She hesitated and made eye contact with him, studying his reaction before relenting.
“But if there’s anything important,” She said as she stood up and turned her body slightly as if preparing to leave.
“Maria, this here is about House of Hernandez coming out,” Jorge reminded her. “That is all.”
His phone beeped, and Jorge glanced at it. He looked back up at his daughter, who was almost at the door.
“ Te amo, Maria,” Jorge couldn’t help but smile at his daughter as she reached the office door. She quickly swung around, and her face lit up.
“I love you too, Papá,” She giggled and reached for the doorknob, then she was gone.
The door was barely closed when Jorge’s secure line rang. He cringed, took a deep breath, and answered.
“What can I do for you, Athas,” Jorge spoke bluntly to the Canadian prime minister, “have a body you need me to get rid of, or what?”
The exasperated sigh on the other end caused Jorge to be annoyed.
“Can we not start every conversation this way,” Alec Athas muttered. “I thought you said that we would…”
“This here is a joke,” Jorge cut him off as he glanced toward his bulletproof window. “We can still joke, can we not?”
“In your world, it might be considered funny,” Athas started. “But in mine…”
“In my world?” Jorge cut him off and leaned closer to the phone. “Let me remind you that the line in the sand between our two worlds, well it disappeared this summer. Do not talk like we are so different, Athas, because we are not. I’m just better at all this than you.”
There was a silence, followed by Athas attempting to backtrack.
“Look, I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you did,” Athas sounded stronger when he spoke. “If it wasn’t for you, I could be in prison right now.”
To this, Jorge’s head fell back in laughter.
“ Amigo, for being in politics this long, you have not realized yet that a man in your position, he does not ever pay for his crimes,” Jorge reminded him. “What is it they say? Rules for thee but not for me ? If you were found with that body, the story would be so fucking spun, you would’ve been spun right out of the room, and it wouldn’t even be your house anymore. Do not pretend that you are on the same level as a normal Canadian or that you aren’t above the law because you are, so it would not matter if I had not helped you that day. However, you’re heading toward another election, so we had to keep things clean.”
“Still, I do appreciate what you have done.”
“This here is fine,” Jorge shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “The beauty of owning a crematorium is that bodies, they just go missing.”
“The police keep saying it’s a dead-end,” Athas reminded him. “That Marshalton just disappeared.”
“Hey, you know, Marco, he made it look like the man leave the country with a lot of money,” Jorge reminded him. “My IT specialist, he can do anything. As far as everyone knows, he’s off to a tropical island, laughing at all of us.”
“I don’t think he’s doing any laughing these days,” Athas muttered, causing Jorge’s head to fall back in laughter.
“Anyway,” Athas let out another one of his long, exasperating sighs. “I think I’m going to call the election next week.”
“Is this so?”
“I’m thinking Sunday? Monday?” Athas continued. “I have to meet with the Governor General; it’s a whole procedure.”
“Isn’t everything?”
“It’s politics, after all.”
“That is the same time my book comes out,” Jorge thought for a moment and grinned. “You know, it is usually the politician putting out a book just in time for the election, not the man people wish was running.”
“Sometimes I wish it was you running,” Athas reminded him. “Since you’re my advisor, why bother with the middle man?”
“Because, Athas, I do not want to deal with the daily horseshit you must deal with,” Jorge insisted. “I own you, but this does not mean I want to be you.”
“As you keep reminding me.”
“I may not be in the running,” Jorge continued. “But it does not mean that the people don’t want me. Who knows? Maybe one day, I will run for prime minister and win, of course.”
“Of course,” Athas spoke with sarcasm in his voice. “I’m not sure how you can be so confident. The media, they’ll look for dirt, trust me…”
“I own the media.”
“You own a portion of the media,” Athas reminded him. “But the biggest slice of the pie…”
“ You own,” Jorge reminded him. “The traditional news media in Canada, it is owned by you. So start acting like an owner. Only give them the money when they say what you want. Don’t be stupid, Athas.”
“It’s not exactly moral…”
“Neither is murdering someone in your home,” Jorge cut him off. “But you do not have such an issue with that, now do you?”
Silence followed, and Jorge grinned.
“May I remind you that this here is easy,” Jorge started again. “You say what the people want, and you know what the people want because you check polls. They want jobs, money, health care, the us