From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico Novels & Stories

Fabio made his way toward Santos, who was now frantically trying to understand what was happening. Santos’ eyes widened as he spotted Fabio advancing through the chaos. “You!” he shouted, his voice dripping with anger and surprise. “You dare betray me?” Fabio’s expression was cold, his resolve unshakable. “It’s over, Santos. Your reign of terror ends tonight.” Santos drew his gun, but Fabio was faster. He fired a precise shot, hitting Santos in the shoulder. The cartel boss staggered, but his defiance was evident as he tried to raise his weapon again.

She clawed at Bianca’s eyes, her nails drawing blood. “Dante, help me!” Dante didn't move toward them. He was staring at the door. He was calculating. He looked at the gas filling the room, then at the two women wrestling on the floor. He walked to the main terminal. His fingers moved across the keyboard, not with the grace of a hacker, but with the brutal efficiency of a man who knew exactly where the weak point was. “Forty seconds,” the voice announced. The air was already getting thin. Bianca felt her lungs straining, her chest tightening. She managed to get a hand around Sofia’s wrist, twisting it until she heard a pop.

Except maybe one, and she is standing right behind him. "I am Santo Ganovese. A vulgar waitress doubled with a whor... "Shut up, Santo," I interrupt him curtly, so he doesn't say anything more. He finally realizes that I'm not looking at him and freezes on his spot. He quickly turns his head behind us, and I can swear I see the panic in his eyes for a split second. Didi looks at him coldly. Her dark circles look even darker than usual in the light of day. Everyone in the Family knows that she works too much, and everyone knows it except Santo.

Montana I wanted to scream but I couldn't even open my mouth it felt like I was hypnotized, he is Dominican El-Marciano, the son of the unshakable Drug lord, right now I could feel beads of sweat running down from my forehead, my blood stopped running immediately, how did I end up in the house of the Maciano's, I couldn't take it anymore the air-conditioned was on but I am sweating so bad that I started dating myself with my own hand

His body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides, and Santi’s nostrils flared with annoyance at Drew’s interference. Before either male could make a move, Santino dropped to the ground, completely unconscious. Drew and I jumped back in surprise, exchanging bewildered looks with each other.

Naka-bathrobe sila lahat at parang gusto ko na yatang mag-backout. "Ritz, siya si Dawn, new model. Pakiayusan na siya para maisalang na agad," sabi ni Vinzon sa babaeng lumapit sa amin. Tiningnan ako ng babae mula ulo hanggang paa bago ngumisi. Napalunok ako at mas lalong kinabahan. "Sumunod ka sa 'kin," sabi niya kaya alanganin akong sumunod.

The Calabrian sun was mild that morning, wrapped in soft clouds that dulled the heat but did nothing to quiet the cicadas in the olive groves around the Sanchiano estate. It had been five days since Donatello and De Marco’s death had occurred. Five days since blood had been spilled in Croatia, since the cries of vengeance had quieted in the echoing tunnels beneath a forgotten fortress. Now, there was only wind and ghosts. Talana walked the hallways of the Sanchiano villa like someone still caught between time zones, past, present, and a future she couldn’t yet touch. Her boots whispered across the marble, dark hair still damp from her shower, her eyes dull with exhaustion.

And since Rina herself is into rock and metal, we can fall back on a metal Plan B. Our preset deadline is November 1st, {Tutti i Santi} or {Todos los Santos} in my country, about ten days from now in human time. I suppose it is within the realm of possibility since in Soul City there appears to be no switching of night and day and no sign of anyone ever needing rest (not even my stolen reprieve through fainting was a physiological requirement). The clock’s stuck at forever midnight so we’d have an infinite wealth of time if we only shut out all thoughts of the living. The prison sentence that awaits me if I fail to meet Septimus's deadline is a fate too terrible to contemplate, so I distract

“I want to come home and find you in my kitchen, stealing my wine and burning toast.” She laughed. “I don’t burn toast.” “You do.” She smiled. “Luca…” “I’m not asking for forever,” I said. “Just… start with this.” Before she could answer, my phone buzzed. Santino. I answered on speaker. “She alive?” he asked. “She’s sitting up.” “Good. Because I’m not doing your job forever. I had to threaten a guy with a tea strainer yesterday.” Holly laughed. Santino continued, “Also, Dante wants to know if you’re dead or just emotionally constipated.”

He raised his hands to the men, stopping them, and I smirked before nodding at the girls and the auction “end the night, now…” “You are going to fucking regret this, Dante D’Angelo” he said, taking a step back as he looked at one of the managers, motioning for them to call it a night. “My time for regretting things is over, Giovanni” I said, putting my gun back in the holster “I believe that you are well aware that it is YOUR turn to suffer…” *********************************