From Dusk Till Dawn: The Series Santanico Novels & Stories

Luca crossed the room, brushing her hair from her face. “You don’t have to be fire every night. Even storms need sleep.” Amara leaned into him, her voice lower. “I’m afraid if I stop, the darkness will catch me.” He kissed her jaw. “Then I’ll stay awake with you.” Santero wasn’t a myth. He was real. Alive. And buried deep in the red alleys of Granada, protected by priests who didn’t pray to God and ghosts that remembered blood. They found him through one of Amara’s old cartel ties — a Dominican named Cas.

I scrubbed off La Rosa Nera. By the time I stepped out, I was Catalina again. Soft white nighties, hair loose and brushed gently over my shoulders. I padded across the polished floors, lit only by the moon’s last traces and the dim glow of the hallway sconces. Dawn was just beginning to creep over the horizon. And I knew. Before the sun could fully rise, Dante would storm in. Fuming. Frustrated. Obsessed. With her. With me. His fury would bleed from the doors, because tonight, for the first time, La Rosa Nera wasn’t just a ghost in his territory.

They should have slapped them to death back at Wuthering Pavilion and this would not happen. “I know he is stalling,” said Dawn, the elder brother of the Twin Ghosts. His emotionless and frosty voice gave Dexter and the others chills. “Dawn, stop wasting time and do it,” said Dusk, the younger brother. He walked over to Dan. “Gold Tooth, get ready!” Dan’s eyes turned vicious as he threw a punch at Dusk. Dusk had a hint of contempt in his eyes as he looked at the incoming punch. He countered by grabbing Dan in the wrist.

Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything." Chris flinched as he suddenly felt intense pain on his left wrist. He checked his wrist and an image started to etch on his skin. It felt like his skin is being seared, it continued for over a minute but Chris bore the pain. The pain stopped as soon as the image is completed. Image of a crown. "The contract has been completed." The demon gladly announced. Chris stared at the demon, "State your name demon." The demon laughed, completely delighted and amused with what is happening. “My name is Damien.”

He looked weary. "I am a stalker, Matteo," I said quietly. "That’s how I got her." Matteo chuckled and dropped into the seat across the aisle. "True but you got the girl and the shipping routes not a bad deal for a Tuesday." "Is the team good?" I asked, keeping my voice low. "Dante is asleep in the back with his laptop like a teddy bear," Matteo reported. "Sloane is trying to teach Bianca how to play poker, and Bianca is currently losing her earrings, morale is high."

" 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.]

As I watched her graceful performance, I couldn't help but feel intrigued. "She is hot, man," Ledger uttered to me. I nodded, seeing as the show ended. "Who is the owner of this bar?" My gaze was not leaving her as he walked in. "That's Tobias Johnson," Ledger responded, grabbing my phone to dial a call. "Hello, this is Damien Harrington, son of Hugo. I don't think I need to tell you about me; you should know by that name." "Yes, I do. It's a pleasure to have a great person on call."

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.”

Santino’s touch is something I crave, and Maximo’s I die for it. They are not mine, so I better get rid of these fantasies in my head, and I shouldn’t allow them to mess with me, because the only thing that will do is get me hurt in the end. Santino sits on one of the plush couches in the office, and his damn icy cold gray eyes check me out, more like assessing. His attention on me makes me fidget in my chair. “Santino, you are finally here. I was telling Ethan over here that our meeting can happen in the evening so that he would have rested by then.” Maximo fills his twin brother in, who only blinks.

I announced. "Thank you for the review." I nodded. Graciano's face was two at a glance, one at a time. I was lost to Emerald Green's alcohol content. I wasn't sure if I was going to pass out or throw up. Graciano put the glass down on the table. He rolls up the sleeves of his jacket. A silver watch hugged his muscular wrist. "It was a treat drinking with you, Ms. Green," he said and looked at me. "Time for me to go. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow at the same hour."