Santiago Nasar Novels & Stories

The transition into a late Sunday occurs with a heavy finality. Isaac Corres struggled with the reality of parting from Santiago Vega after their weekend sanctuary of skin and scent. The drive toward San Antonio International Airport felt like a countdown to an ending. Santiago considered begging Isaac to abandon his life and follow him to California, knowing his pro career was drifting that way, but the words remained lodged in his throat.

I nodded, and she took a step back before walking away, leaving me alone. “Let me guess, she wants you as Diego’s new Luna, doesn’t she?” Naya asked, taking me off guard. I looked at the woman for a second, taken back by her statement, and she shook her head as a small smile played on her lips. “I have to wish you the best of luck, then. It seems to me that she is creating a whole new Renata. Only, she never did approve of Renata being with Diego, did she?” “Naya, get out.” Beta Giovanni said, and the woman shrugged.

Because of the deal to be signed, Santiago had to make an appearance by himself after all he was going to be the new leader of Mathux and the reigning mafia king but what he didn't know was that his actions were suspicious because Nahil had not called him but he came on his own.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.