Santi X Nabi Novels & Stories

says the Gabino, lighting a cigar. Santo jumps into the water and grabs the stronzo by the neck. The kid is on the verge of passing out, which drives Santo completely crazy. It is as if I had just given a new toy to a Pitt bull. He immediately raises his head, giving the future Don Gabino a toothy grin: "Who said anything about an enemy? He is my fucking victim." Santo answers with a murderous look. The Gabino son looks at Matteo and raises his eyes to the sky:

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

"That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha was off doing who-knows-what!" A murmur of agreement rises, voices overlapping. "That stranger granted our wishes like a true leader should!" "He’s an angel sent by the Goddess!" "He gave us food when we were starving!" "He kept our homes warm through the brutal winters!" The old man straightens, his voice ringing with finality. “We don’t want Alpha Elijah anymore. We’ve already decided—we want the mysterious man as our Alpha. We named him… Alpha Santa!” I blink. I stare. I try to hold it in.

I grit in between my teeth and he lets out a little chuckle, letting go of her hand. “Bastian will be here soon” Bastian is the man I have come to see. The goddess helps him that he comes here a minute late and I will send his body back to his wife. “How about you let your Tesoro seat for a while, I would get someone to bring her the best wine that has been brewed by me” “More like poison?” I scoff and he rolls his eyes. I have known Santiago for the longest time and you can say he is my friend because the term best friend sounds a little intense.

He looked polished and without words you would know he was filthy rich. He walked towards us and greeted Matteo in Italian still with his signature smile, while Matteo looked bored and irritated as ever. I huffed at his behavior, that little action of mine seemed to make my presence known to the mind-blowing handsome man standing inches from me. “Hi, I'm Santi, Matteo's best friend but I'll can say we're more like brothers.” he said while putting his hand out for a handshake, I put my hand in his as his large hand engulfed my small one.

Santi stared at Uno in disbelief; it was the first time he'd seen a smile on Uno's lips. "Why don't you go back to your room to rest, el señor?" Santi said. Uno silently went to his car, a slight smile on Santi's face as he followed.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

Santi said without even trying to be humble, instead he accepted Gab's compliment in an egotistical way. After those mock-up greetings, Santi's mouth didn't stop as he continued to feed us lots of stories about his journey before when he was still chief of police. Even when I'm itching to get out of this room, I still don't want to be impolite, so I remain on my seat, putting all my attention in my coffee that’s starting to get cold. I just smile at them whenever they say something. While Gabby's trying his best to impress Santi, and I can see that he's doing good. I can tell it on how Santi looks at him fondly. He also looked at me like that earlier when I'm still acting foolish and giving

Santiago muttered. Santiago hates three kinds of people 'Thieves, liars and double-crossers.' the scumbag who has been stealing from him just signed himself a death warrant.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she hurried outside. “Brother Sean, my name is Santi. Thank you for buying cars these past two days,” she said as Sean had just sat inside the car. Seeing her shy expression, Sean smiled. “You were willing to serve us yesterday. Today you’re protecting your business. That’s normal.” Feeling lucky, Santi gritted her teeth and asked, “Brother Sean, can I have your phone number?” “Isn’t my number already written in the agreement? You can just check it there,” Sean replied with a smile, knowing what she was thinking.