Romans & histoires From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico

************** The evening was shrouded in dark lights as Marco and his goons approached Santiago's house. As they entered the house, Marco's eyes fell upon Santiago, a broken figure standing before him. The scent of fear clung to the air, mingling with the weight of desperation. The room was stifling, suffocated by the oppressive tension that hung in the air. Elena's father stood trembling before the imposing figure of Marco Moretti, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead. His voice wavered as he spoke, each word carrying the weight of his desperation. "P-please, Mr Marco," he stammered, "I beg you for mercy. I... I need more time to find the money. My family..."

*** Day four was the day Sophia both dreaded and anticipated. "Today you're servicing three men simultaneously," Dante explained at breakfast. "Me, Victor, and another associate named Marcus. We're going to use all three of your holes at once, cock in your pussy, cock in your ass, cock in your mouth. You'll be completely filled. This is your most intense day so far." At 2 PM, Victor and Marcus arrived. Marcus was younger than the other two...maybe early forties, but just as dominant, just as imposing.

Then she sat close to him making sure her breasts rubbed against him. "Sebastiáno, I am a bit bored, why not take me to your place?" she asked, looking at him seductively. "You want to come over to my place?" he asked her "Yes,why not?" "Okay let's go" Together with Silvana's security team, they left for Sebastiáno's home. When they get there, Sebastiáno gets all his men to come out to greet Silvana. Silvana realizes that Sebastiáno had run the DeLuca family to the ground. The men were few and they didn't even look professional. They looked like routs from the slum. If you gave them enough money, they would even kill Sebastiáno by themselves.

"We can—" The barn doors exploded inward. Men in black tactical gear poured in. Six of them. Eight. All armed. And walking calmly through the chaos, white eyes gleaming in the darkness— Dante Santoro. Burned. The left side of his face was bandaged, the skin beneath red and blistered. His white suit was gone, replaced with black tactical gear like his men. But his eyes—those dead white eyes—were the same. "Hello, little star," he said. "Did you really think you could run from me?"

**DANTE** "You're sure it's them?" Marco's voice cut through the smoke in his office. I stared at the photographs spread across his desk. Vittorio Santoro. Nico Santoro. And a younger one I didn't recognize. "The Santoros requested the meeting themselves. Sofia's casino, two hours." I kept my voice steady even though my hands wanted to shake. Five years I'd waited for this. Five years of learning, planning, becoming someone my family wouldn't recognize.

Tang Li sighed helplessly, "How about we introduce a new face?" Mo Zihan shook his head, "As you know, DX stands for 'Divine Xany', the entire theme is seraphic, prepossessing, dominant, energetic, and strong. Highlighting all the five elements at the same time isn't something an amateur could do. So" "Seraphic yet dominant? Two male models? Mm.." Her eyes glinted with a light that the pufferfish wasn't able to decipher but he was sure there was something more to it as he eyed his goddess suspiciously.

Not ever. A knock at the door shattered the quiet. Luca entered, his expression tight. “We have a problem.” Dante straightened. “What is it?” Luca threw a phone onto the desk. The screen was lit up with a message. Nico Bianchi: You thought you could take Antonio out without consequence? I hope you’re ready, DeLuca. Because I’m coming for you. Dante’s eyes darkened as he read the words. Luca folded his arms. “It was only a matter of time.”

" Upstairs, by the floor-to-ceiling window, Dante watched Andres with his frostbitten expression and the shattered remains of his phone on the ground. A faint, cold smile curled at Dante's lips as he sent a quick message to Gideon: [Thanks for the help.]

I barged into the door kicking it down as I entered with all my men behind me. The plate of the car that had been watching Club Solara belonged to the Morretti family, allies of the Riccardi family. It didn't take long for me to know that Dante was behind it. “ Don Santoro. Your visit is very disturbing. You came with guns. Are you trying to break the code and attack your own people?” Mr. Morretti asked.

GRACE'S POV Two hours into the night and Susan was on the better way to being drunk quicker than I expected. She was currently on the stage belting out a Luther Vandross song, the one about dancing with his father again. Yes, she was singing that with all her entirety. She wasn't the best singer, but she could hold a good enough note. Her performance was so moving, and drunk, that some people were legit in tears. They were also drunk, like her, so it wasn't totally abnormal. She was doing everything a singer would do at her concert.