Novel & Cerita From Dusk Till Dawn Series Santanico

Inside: two antique pistols, a manila envelope, and an untraceable phone. He took the phone. Dialed a number he hadn’t used in five years. “Ready.” A voice on the other end. No name. No greeting. Dante didn’t need one. “Priority black. Eyes on Matteo Santoro. All known associates, movements, aliases. Full trace.” A pause. “He’s dead.” “No,” Dante said coldly. “He’s back. And if I see one hesitation from you or your crew, you’ll join him in the ground.”

Two can play this game, amigo. I lower my gaze and sip my wine like I just caught him naked and unimpressive. “They’re approaching us,” I smile as I whisper to Dawn. “Zavala and his hot tech bro – Alessandro.” Dawn’s back is to them, but she sits up straighter. I swear I can feel her pulse through the table. “Ms. Barella,” Cristian says once he reaches us. His voice, deep and deliberate, runs along my spine like warm caramel syrup. “You look... lovely.”

Santos, who is in the front passenger seat calls Rocco while Santiago drives, Enzo and Asher calms Analina down in the back seat, all while they have their guard up on their surroundings. Andre and the men have their own problems to deal with while John, Jonathan, Stavros and the rest of their men are taking out the rest of Draven's members, two of Andre's men is handcuffing a guy known as Pheonix. “Why did you do it?” Andre asks Pheonix. “Do what?” “YOU GOT ANALINA PREGNANT!!!” Ricco screams at him. “Oh, the little hot captive, we were given permission to have our way with her by boss.”

Jones asked, looking around the hall. Santiago frowned, his joyful expression turned pale at the mention of his father’s name. He raised his eyes to answer their question about the whereabouts of his father, just then he could see his father walk right through the door with his usual manly demeanor, which he got from him. “Speak about the devil,” Santiago mumbled and raised his glass of wine to his mouth to drown it. “Mr. Serrano,” Mr. Jones raised his hand to Domingo who saw him immediately and walked directly to the table.

The connection went dead, the sharp, electronic disconnect tone echoing off the mahogany walls. Chloe looked up at Marcus. Marcus stood by the window, the morning light catching the raw, terrifying clarity in his blue eyes. The corporate kingdom was theirs, the logistics hubs were secure, but the trap his father had set five years ago was still open, waiting for them to take the final step. “We have two hours,” Marcus murmured, his voice dropping into a low, icy baritone that held no room for defeat. Chloe looked down at her tablet, where the digital clock was ticking steadily toward ten. The execution was complete, but the signature was still dry.

“Farewell, Xavier.” END

Xiao Chen cast the unconscious Ye Shaochong a sharp glare and flicked an elixir into his mouth with his fingers, "Continue!" The brutal spectacle stunned everyone present. This was simply too appalling! That was Ye Shaochong! The kingpin of the entire southern side of the Sunset Peak! There he stood, Xiao Chen, so stern and overbearing that Ye Shaochong's merry men could not dare move. Minutes passed and the beatings began to slow down; the princes were exhausted from the exertion. They sat on the ground, breathing hard. Despite his face bloodied and mangled, Ye Shaochong whimpered, "F-find... f-find my brother..." He had barely finished and he blacked out for good.

I picked up my dresses here and there from the balcony and my undies behind the couch. I dressed up rushing out hurriedly and wondered how to get back to my villa,thankfully the new guard was positioned waiting for me I didn't bother to know his name because I prefer Darko to a moving machine like him. Santiago's pov A crooked smile escaped my lips hastily as I rocked the master's chair in my office. I can't remember the last time I slept deeply all through the night without my terrible nightmares Bianca is indeed the best relief I needed. Her aura is that of a peaceful creatures that draw souls

Although the outer part of the building was white, it was such more darker on the inside as the men led us from room to room corridor to corridors, each become darker and more oppressive than the previous. Finally, we reached a set of heavy double doors. One of the men knocked twice. A pattern I was familiar with as a ritual in each families. The doors swung open, revealing a dimly lit room which had a long table. At the head of the table sat Halo Oscuro, his face hidden in the shadows, just as I expected. “Luca Santoro,” he said, his voice smooth, almost calm. “I've been waiting for you.” Nico was led out of the room by his men before he gestured to the chair opposite him, and I took my sea

the Don continues, “nothing can stop this city from prospering. And so, I’d like to acknowledge the two people who will make all of this possible. Where is my son?” He smiles—warm, expectant—but the smile falters quickly when Dante doesn’t appear. The Don turns back to his assistant, murmuring something low and furious. I can’t make out the words, but the assistant scrambles to speak into his headset. A moment later, there’s movement in the back. A small commotion. Security escorts Dante into the room. And wow. There’s no denying that Dante Luciano is hot. God-like might be more accurate. He’s tall, with tousled black hair, an olive complexion, and a swimmer’s build. His presence hits like a