From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico Novels & Stories

“In fact, we still have few hours before the inland chasers can catch up with us. My several hordes of undeads will definitely slow them down in one way or another. There's no need to rush—” “What do you mean there's no need to rush? We're in a rush situation, Dio. However if you want to rest for a little longer, then it's okay. But if it's me you're thinking about, you don't have to worry, I'm rested enough that I could run a few miles again.” Obviously not believing her bluffing words, Dior kissed her forehead and smiled helplessly. “I'm not tired, I'm just thinking about you. Alright, 5 minutes and we will move forward.”

Dante “Are you insane?” I asked David, fuming. “What other option do you have?” David asked me, raising his shoulders indifferently. “We should leave, Dante,” Dominic said. “How dare you suggest I use Autumn as a bait to get to Don Silvanos?” I fired at David, ignoring Dominic. “Don Silvanos is an untouchable man. You are not going to get to him, I assure you,” David stated, still insisting on his suggestion.

she pestered at them, but Angelito looked at her with lousy eyes. He is so sleepy. On the other hand, Denver is quietly listening to them. The Don is lethargic to get up by himself. However, Sunshine grabs her boyfriend by his ears. Dennis is aching to her burying nails on his skin. “Denver, gosh…. Please take care of that handsome Don. I need to take this bastard home,” Sunshine said, and then they’ve left. Angelito is so wasted because his hair is so messy, and his eyes are so sleepy as if they will close in a matter of seconds.

Luca’s POV The Moretti compound’s gates loomed like the jaws of a beast, floodlights sweeping the perimeter in harsh arcs that cut through the night fog. Dante, Rocco, and I approached on foot, the mud from the ravine still caking our boots, our bodies humming with the afterglow of shared release. Sofia’s ultimatum echoed in my mind—kneel or burn—but the erotic tension between us three was a live wire, intensified by the impending doom. Dante’s hand gripped my wrist, possessive and grounding; Rocco flanked my other side, his fingers occasionally brushing my hip, a silent promise of more dominance to come.

My thoughts swirl, disjointed and hazy. “Elijah,” I whisper, the name slipping from my lips like a prayer. The last thing I hear is the sound of a splash and the hiss of a familiar voice. Serena. Her words cut through the darkness. “Drowning in a fountain for a doll? Pathetic.” Then, everything goes black. *****

“You'll rot in jail when I'm done with you. I promise to make you suffer!" He didn't look the least bothered by my threats. He took his eyes off my face and they dipped to my chest. Something in the air suddenly shifted. He dragged his eyes back up after successfully making me uncomfortable, showing me that he was actually imagining my breasts underneath my shirt. I breathed hard when he mentioned my name. “Gianna Lucci. I remember you. You're all grown now, a gorgeous woman. Who would've thought.” Then he sank right back in his seat like he was bored, and a gasp escaped me.

When she raised the knife again, I finally said in a cold and unwavering voice, “No matter what you do, we’re nothing but strangers now. “Even if you die right here in front of me, with the cameras as witnesses, it won’t matter to me!” Her eyes widened with despair, searching my face for even a flicker of emotion. However, there was nothing—not anger, not hatred, not even pity. Still unwilling to give up, she collapsed to her knees, clutching my leg like I was her last lifeline. Before she could speak again, Jasmine walked in. She took one glance at the scene and shot me an unreadable look. Then, she smirked.

Carmen quickly counted forty soldiers and their numbers were steadily growing as more security squads came behind them. "Put down your weapons and surrender!" Yelled one of the soldiers. The elites lowered their weapons, but they didn't drop them. Carmen saw an opportunity to show these elites that they weren't the only bad asses in the Syndicate. She took out her tablet and pressed the panic button. The panic button was used to signal the pilot to come and get her. Carmen had instructed Mina to recognize it as a signal that meant attack and pick up. She put the tablet back in the sleeve on the back of her vest and waited. Within moments she heard what sounded like the Avenger. Mina had joki

° ° ° ~Lianna Black~ ‘Stop’ I pleaded as I faced the fire of his dark brown hues, his burning gaze boring whole on my body, igniting me to embers and turn to ashes. ‘Por favor, Señor... No más…’ I begged, raising my hand, succumbing to the pain of his torture. (Please sir. No more.) With the soap wrapped in a fluffy towel on his hands, Dante looked down at my weak state on a sandy beach. The sandcastle I built for hours crumbling down, the beach taking back the sand that it owned.

Since a killer is running loose in WhiSare, I will find him, make him pay and keep my friends safe. “I think my motives are none of your business,” I replied finally. She glanced at me again and said nothing but she nodded and I caught the respect in her eyes. “Fine. Your choice. Down Hills is a long way off though, if you don’t want to talk about your motives then you should sleep. We’ll probably get to Down Hills by midmorning.” Dawn was fast dispersing. The dashboard clock read 7: 03 am. Clouds were already gathering in the sky. I had slept late but I didn’t feel sleepy.