บททั้งหมดของ 365 Days With Santiago Castillo : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Santiago's Pov"Bianca!" I yelled as she went slack. I saw her eyes shaking as she tried to open them but she failed and suddenly became still. Something snapped within me, which was unusual. My heart constricted and my anger dissipated. Shit! I clamped an arm beneath her, holding her tightly against my chest. Something damp and slime rubbed on my arm at the base of her head. I flipped her hair to the side and I saw blood. I winced and smacked my lips together, lifting her legs off the floor.Like she was mine, I carried her and raced out of the house. I caught a glimpse of Derrick's face, he was expecting me to hand her over to her guard but I didn't. I scurried past him into the compound where a car was already on standby. Carefully, I placed her in and went in after her. Derrick and a few of my men followed in another car."Move!" I commanded the driver as I flipped Bianca'sbbody on my legs, holding her tightly.My heart was beating fast and I didn't like the effect this was havi

Santiago Derrick skidded in the Range Rover Velar that he was driving. He's been driving for about an hour now, breaking all traffic rules, like a lunatic I was seated beside him with my belt crookedly strapped across my chest. My eyes were all shades of red as I stared grimly at the road, cussing intermittently."How many fucking hours are we going to spend on the road!?" I bellowed, drumming my fingers against the gun held in the holster around my waist."A few more minutes, boss," Rick responded tightly and continued at a breakneck speed.He suddenly swerved out of the highway and revved into a clearing. After a few minutes' drive, we were out of civilization.Before us was a large expanse of land filled with a few shrubs and scanty trees scattered here and there. The terrain was rough and there were sandy dunes all around. Although it was getting dark, we could see clearly ahead due to the sparse vegetation."What a hellhole! A perfect place for a shitty traitor like him… are you

SantiagoMy eyes opened up and I looked around. I was in Bianca's bedroom, lying on the bed while she was on the couch.My bloody shirt from the previous night was lying in a lump on the floor while my toso was bare. The only cloth on my body was my messed up pair of trousers.My body ached from head to toe. The pain was more intense at my side. My fingers curled up to the area and I remembered the gash last night. Amazingly, it was gone. 'Yeah, I am a werewolf and my wounds heal faster than normal, but not…"My fingers brushed over the wound and I felt its roughness. Shit! I was stitched up! Who did this!? My eyes widened in anger. The last time I checked, I didn't follow Derrick and my men to the hospital yesterday night. They went their way and I…Fuck! Did I stumble into Bianca's room? I thought as hazy memories clouded my head.Who the heck stitched me up!?"I need answers!" I yelled and bungled myself out of Bianca's bed. She flinched from her sleep and when she saw me, she spra

Bianca My night was filled with nightmares. I rolled from one side of the bed to the other but I couldn't sleep. How could someone be so brutal?Images of the nameless maid that Santiago shot dead in front of me filled my head all night. Her frightening stares, the sound of the gunshot, and the sound of her body clashing on the floor replayed in my head, haunting my every breath.Indeed, I never learned. I was battered and told that I was no hero after putting myself in harm's way to save the great lord's daughter…and now? He killed someone because I meddled in his business! And what was that? I treated him! I saved him from dying! I screamed in my head as the dead maid's pale face pierced my heart.She died because of me! I shuddered and rose from the bed.'If I don't stop, more people will die! I am also as good as dead." Fear gripped my heart as I remembered my father. I must get him out of here alive. But how will I put up with this for a year? I touched my sore neck and sank bac

BiancaI thought we were going out of the estate, but I was mistaken. Tiffany's school was right within the estate! I remembered the wine press too. What else is in here?The school was an elementary school but not your usual kind of school.Stepping through the grand entrance, I was immediately struck by the opulence that surrounded me. The foyer was striking. It has a soaring ceiling adorned with intricate moldings and a stunning chandelier that refracted light with myralds of colours. The floors were made of polished marble. They gleaned beneath our feet as we proceeded. The receptionist bowed slightly and I could tell that she was no ordinary. Her visage bespoke 'Mafia'. The foyer led to a sweeping staircase that curved like a ribbon to the upper floors. I was still pushing Tiffany's chair and I stood in the front of the staircase contemplating how to get her on the stairs.One of the guards rushed forward. He pressed some buttons and an elevator with the inscription, 'execut