From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico 소설 & 이야기

Chapter 43 Parachute Sophia "You work for L'Angelo?" I asked and Santino nodded. He leaned down, hands pressing my chair down. "I'm his right hand man. That man is cold as stone." He whispered. "I'm so sorry for cancelling on you. L'Angelo doesn't want me out of this room. So here I am." I said, throwing my hands in the sky.

I announced. "Thank you for the review." I nodded. Graciano's face was two at a glance, one at a time. I was lost to Emerald Green's alcohol content. I wasn't sure if I was going to pass out or throw up. Graciano put the glass down on the table. He rolls up the sleeves of his jacket. A silver watch hugged his muscular wrist. "It was a treat drinking with you, Ms. Green," he said and looked at me. "Time for me to go. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the same hour."

The morning sun shine and pours into Maximo Santino's spacious, grandiose bedroom gloriously. It seem like a good day for the weather is already pleasant. But to the Santinos family who just lost ones of their love ones, it's gonna be a busy day. On the bed laid the two new, latest couple. Maximo Santino, the Italian Mafia Boss himself and Iris Saint on the bed sleeping. The bloody sheets and everything about the bed had been changed that lady night before they finally retire to bed after the staffs which has been smiling stirred gently and then raised up her head as she takes in her environment. The thought of how much Maximo had pleasure her came to her mind and a small smile plays on her

I giggle and close the elevator, why does this woman have the power to influence. I smile and open my bag, look for the calling card from Dana, I dial her number and wait, it took five rings before she answered the call so my irritation didn't go away. "Hi, this is Yhra Santos, I am available tomorrow. Can we have a meeting about your offer. My manager is coming with me tomorrow" I can feel her smile even though I can't see it. I walked to the direction of my car and opened it.

Vanessa muttered under her breath, eyes wide, “Holy shit…” Bianca staggered back a step, nearly knocking over her chair. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish. My mother stood frozen in the doorway, her mouth open, her eyes wide. Santos looked past her and found my eyes. His lips curved into a smile—not his usual smirk, not the mocking one he wore when he was teasing me. Something softer. Something almost gentle. "I'm sorry I'm late, little wolf," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Pack border issues took longer than expected.”

Above us, the fire finally wins a battle; a massive, burning beam crashes through the ceiling, smashing onto the dining table and sending a spray of orange sparks into the air like demonic fireflies. Santino limps toward me, blood soaking his jeans, turning the fabric a dark, wet crimson. His face is contorted into something demonic, his teeth bared in a snarl. "I was going to keep you!" he screams over the roar of the flames. "I was going to give you everything! Power, money, a new name! And this is how you repay me?"

PROLOGUE ITALY. Dante “How long before the chopper descends?” I tapped on the swivel chair, my eyes unblinkingly staring at the large projector. “An hour and half, Capo.” Santino replied, with a polite nod. “Activate the spy buds,” I ordered, and leaned back on my chair. “Zio, what's up? Is the chopper set to descend?” A deep baritone sounded in my ears, and I sighed. Luca was the only one bold enough to call me Zio.

“Remember your place.” The latter wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth, exhaled hard through his teeth. “De todas las razones para perder el filo… escoges a una mujer. {Of all the reasons to lose your edge… you choose a woman}” A slow, wrenching guilt washed over Antonio but it was already late. Grinch exhaled through his teeth as though he’d been counting the seconds, “Sombra Azul Sundance Eve is tomorrow. John is coming back.”

Santiago struggled in his hold, his fists swinging wildly but Bianchi stared at him with amusement dancing in his eyes, he gave him a taunting smile as he slammed him down on the pavement roughly. “Fuck!” Santiago gasped as pain shot through his body. Bianchi crouched beside him, grabbing him by the chin and forcing him to meet his gaze. "The Don wants a word," he said, voice smooth but deadly. "And lucky for you, I'm in a generous mood tonight. You're still breathing." Santiago glared at him with hatred burning in his eyes. "Fuck you and your fucking boss!" Bianchi’s grin widened, he always did love a fighter. Without warning he drove his fist straight into Santiago’s gut.

Cold. A conference room. Large. Empty except for a table and chairs. "Wait here," Santos said. "Medical will check everyone. Then debriefing." He left. Door closing with a heavy click. We sat in silence. Sienna still holding Sofia. The little girl finally asleep. Exhausted by terror. Dante examined his throat in the reflection of the window. Purple bruises. Deep. Fingerprints visible where hands had crushed. Marcus held my hand. Neither of us speaking. I looked down at my dress. Navy blue. Simple. Elegant.