Novel & Cerita Santos On My Block

He says before hanging up. “Sir we’re ten minutes out…” The driver announces. Santos looks at the driver. “Already?” he asks. “Yes sir…” Santos looks at the girl. “Speed it up…” he tells her. His hands go down to her hips he thrusts her down on him. All that could be heard were the girls moans and slapping of skin. The car comes to a stop in front NYU. The driver steps out and opens the back door. Santos gets down and glares at the girl. “Get the fuck out and I never want to see you again. What a fucking disappointment. Is this what America is like? A bunch of women with loose pussies?” he shakes his head he walks into the building.

Santos was determined to drive me insane tonight. I pressed up against him, my leg trembling, and when he finally slowed to look up at me, he kissed my nipple before slipping out of his dress. He sat down beside one of me and slowly pushed himself inside. For the first time, I screamed as a sharp pain penetrated my body. Santos became freak out and attempted to withdraw, but I stopped him. "Are you still a virgin?" He asked, perplexed, and I nodded. "This is my first time," I said, despite the fact that the pain was nearly unbearable for a second I couldn't prevent him from having me. I enjoyed it just as much as he did.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I shot back. “And I’m not going anywhere with you.” Santos raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by the exchange. “Well, this is entertaining, but let’s get down to business. Ronan, you’ve stepped into my territory, and that comes at a price.” Ronan’s grip on my arm tightened, his body radiating tension. “Name your price.” “Leave the girl. Walk away, and we’ll call it even,” Santos said with a smirk.

I observed Reyna from head to toe. Suddenly, I thought of Big K, who said that Santos was dating my college lecturer. It brought me to the memory last night when Santos came to Soundrenaline Music Fest with a young woman who had the same physical and fashionable characteristics as Reyna. I did not realize it at the time, but I remembered someone. There was no mistaking it. Reyna was Santos's lover. I burst out laughing but in my heart. I shook my head.

But the reality of the situation weighed heavily on him. His phone buzzed on the desk, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked at the screen, his stomach twisting when he saw the name: **Santos**. Fabio hesitated for a moment before answering. “Santos.” “Mateo,” Santos’ voice oozed through the line, a mix of familiarity and menace. “I’ve been thinking about our little conversation yesterday. You want out, huh?” “I do,” Fabio replied, keeping his tone steady. “I’m offering you a way to make it clean. I’ll pay you—enough to buy myself out, no strings attached. You take the money, and we’re done.”

she muttered under her breath. Mia froze. “What did you just say?” But Santos turned, beaming a phony grin. “I said, have a nice day, ma’am.” Then she walked out. The silence that followed was deafening. Mia stared at the door for several seconds. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She saw it clearly now…Santos was one of ‘them’. One of the faceless trolls who hated her for daring to love someone younger. For daring to rebuild her life after pain. For daring to exist unapologetically.

Orson cried. “Kruz, do you think you can bully us like that? Do you think you can take action and stop whenever you want? What do you think I am?” Santos replied in a negative tone. “What do you want then? Do you want to kill all of us?” “Do you think I won’t do that?”

I replied. “Yeah, I know. It’s al been going great. A bit boring even. When do I get the chance to fight.” Santos said excitingly. So Santos really must not be happy that I am meeting with Easton, to see if he wanted to become our lawyer. That would mean even less killing if it all worked out.

He knew how beautiful she looked when she orgasmed. He turned back to the tree. But all he could think about was Starlight, the feel of her mouth on him... “People are still talking about Wednesday night,” Gary said. “Everyone’s nervy… about Bobby…” Elijah hadn’t given much thought to work. Robert ‘Bobby’ Sutton was bad news. It was about time the department had given him more than a warning or improvement plan. Elijah believed in backing his squad, but he didn’t hold with putting the team in jeopardy. Which was exactly what Bobby had done.

"There are a lot of places he used to talk about. Mexico, Las Vegas, New York.. Africa.. He is one hell of a guy, so he is very complicated." I scoffed and looked at Santos who looked like he was deep in thought. "Give me the phone, Money." He took it from me, saying into it, "Do you know if your brother is seeing anyone right now or if he has a close friend, you think.." "Who the fuck are you? Where is Billy?" "She is beside me, but right now you need to answer me." "What was your question?" Santos stared at me, annoyance written all over his face, and I told him to keep calm. Ares could be so frustrating.