From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Santanico Novels & Stories

They sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke. "Found him!" someone called out. They pulled up the body I had arranged in advance. Only when the evidence was undeniable would Serena and Ethan truly believe I was dead. At the same moment, I was hauled up by the backup I’d arranged in advance. Gus walked over in long strides. "Caleb. Everything's ready. All that's left is waiting for them to walk into the trap." The sun rose slowly. Serena ripped out her IV and wrecked the hospital room. She refused treatment for her leg and insisted on going back to the place we had lived together.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

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…” *********************************

Erasure. By sunrise, Marco and every man attached to tonight will either be dead or begging for a quicker end. And De Santis… De Santis is going to wake up to the first real sign that he made a fatal mistake. Because tonight he reached for Elena again. And I’m done being reasonable about it.

"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?"

But it was too late. I turned my gaze away from the mirror. SANTINO RICCI'S POINT OF VIEW The sun struggled to break through the thick curtains of his room, but Santino had been awake for a long time. Sitting bare-chested on the edge of his bed, a cigar between his fingers and a half-finished glass of scotch in the other, he stared into the void with a serious expression. In a few hours, he was going to become a married man.

Santino is shaking. “I poisoned them beforehand, darling, did you expect anything less?” Harlow questions him. “Now, beg for mercy,” Harlow demands. Santino kneels. “This is how you will be remembered; at Harlow Bianchi’s feet,” Harlow chuckles. I look at the scene unfolding intently. “Alessandro, come here,” Harlow calls out, and I enter the scene. “Look at this rat,” Harlow chuckles in pride. I’m glad that Santino’s era is coming to an end. Harlow kicks Santino’s head, enough to knock him out for a few hours.

“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.”

luca looks at me. “what do you want?” “something we can all fall asleep to,” i say. he picks something. an old one. we’ve all seen it. we end up on the big sectional. blankets everywhere. at some point my head ends up on luca’s shoulder. at some point his arm ends up around me. no one comments. marco falls asleep first. then nico. then dante. enzo lasts the longest. luca and i are the last ones awake.

“And you’re going to say yours. And then we walk out of here as husband and wife.” The priest clears his throat. “Shall we… begin?” Kovacs nods, holding onto me even tighter. “Dearly beloved,” the priest starts. His voice cracks. “We are gathered here today….” “STOP!!.” The word cuts through the church like a blade. The doors slam open behind us. I could recognize that voice even if I were deaf. I turn so fast my neck hurts. Dante. He’s standing in the doorway in black, soaked to the bone. Ricardo behind him. Four more of his men fanning out.