Santiago Nasar Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help but remember Donatello telling me that he believed that he saw him somewhere, and hearing what Sienna was telling me, I couldn’t help but believe that he was indeed using magic. Donatello was not the type to forget who a person was. If anything, he was almost always very accurate when it came to his memory of faces. It was one of the reasons why he was dangerous when angered. He was not a man to be messed with nor was he the type to allow random mistakes to just slide. If anything, he would be sure to make those who hurt him or his loved ones pay if he simply caught their scent.

He stared at Zorion and said, "Pfft!" After Zorion left, Santiago looked at the person next to him. Santiago extended his hand and said, "Hi, my name is Santiago Richards." Flynt lowered his head to look at the hand in front of him. Then, he said, "Flynt Moore." Flynt raised his hand to shake Santiago's hand. Santiago withdrew his hand and smiled devilishly, "I was just teasing you!" Flynt's expression froze. He gave a sarcastic smile and withdrew his extended hand.

He turn to Carlos who nodded for him to start. " Uh ... Actually... First of all we would like to welcome you. We appreciate you for coming and ... Uh " " Go straight to the point " Maximo cut in curtly. He pulled his cigarettes from his lips and secure it between his two fingers. " Time isn't by anyone's side " " We need your help " Santana suddenly said. He couldn't keep on with the thought of what would happen if any delay occurs anymore " it's about Konstantin Dmitri " Upon hearing that name Maximo stop smoking. He put his cigarettes out and placed it in the receptacle container.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

“You can sit next to Enzo. “Thank you,” I said as I sat next to him. The food was a lot, then again, the household was large. It tasted really good, better than it looked, actually, and I ate my food as conversation rang out across the table. “Are you serious? Do you know his address? I would like to pay him a visit .” Nico said to Serena “Absolutely not,” she replied “Come on, I just wanna have a chat.” “No fucking way. Plus, I understand his anger. I did cheat first.”

“As I said we have been keeping up with Santiago for a long time, we are trying to catch the bigger player in his game. Once we have a solid case against him, we will move in, but the thing that makes Santiago dangerous is he is all about the long game. Every person he has working for him he watches them for months and gathers as much as he can before he approaches anyone. By that time the person will have no choice but to work for him. We think he has had plans to become the most powerful gang in the world. He traveled to other countries and manage to get them to do his biddings. Once he returned back to the state, for some reason he decided to go to college and joined the football team. We

Nina "Get the hell off her." Paul snarled, marching forward and reaching for Santiago. Santiago moved before Paul even reached him. One smooth turn, a calculated grip, and suddenly Paul’s arm was locked tight against his own throat—controlled, effortless, humiliating. "What are you doing? Let him go!" I snapped. The taller man didn't spare me a glance. Instead, he bent his head to Paul's ear and whispered something that made the other man's eyes go saucer wide. A cruel smirk curled Santiago's mouth and then he tossed Paul away.

Something that he never had a back up plan for this, and it's driving him off the rails. "How hard is it for anyone to find out what is happening? Hmmm? There's a hundred of you, and no one, not a single out of you can find out how those bastards get their balls! You are all useless piece of shits!" Santiago left his men angrier than ever. He cannot believe that he's plans are somehow backfiring. His narcissistic attitude always gave him the idea that he will always get what he wants, and win. That whatever happens, no one will go against him, because everybody knows who he is and what he can do. Because of what is happening, it's like he's reliving the anxiety and frustration he had when sh

How could she possibly trust him? The Don flashed us a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He squatted down, adding another gun on top of the mess of clothes in his suitcase, zipping it up. "I think I haven’t introduced myself to you guys properly. My name is Santiago, I'm the Don of these streets. I have a few places I can take you. I can even get you jobs in one of my clubs or bars if you are interested." "Take us with you then," Dolores concluded.

I apologized, realizing I had just interrupted the president. “It's okay; he doesn't even need to know. I honestly don't know how to tell him; he has known Martinez as his father,” he said, and I agreed but told him Santiago was a very patient man. “I heard he has a son?” “Yes.” “And… a wife.” “Yes Gianna, the sweetest. She's actually my friend; that's how they met.” “I see, so they had a son after marriage or before—” “Oh no, Charlie is Susanna’s son, Santiago’s first wife.”