Santos On My Block Novels & Stories

Damon had never told her much about himself or his childhood, not like they had been doing much talking with them being barely able to get their hands off each other. “What kind of man is your boss, Santos.” “I do not think that I am in the best position to answer such question, ma’am.” “You can relax, it’s just both of us and you can call me Serena. Calling me ma’am makes me seem very old, don’t you think?” “I’m afraid that is one line I cannot cross.” “Tell me, what kind of man is your boss.” “Ruthless” Santos said simply. Serena started at the way he had said such word and then went silent.

“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.

he said, starting to sound irritated. I took another step back, completely away from the line of the window. “Then you're not getting this.” Santos looked amused. He burst out into a cold laughter, looking to his left and right until his men joined in it. “I needed that comic relief,” he said, wiping the corner of his eyes. “I want the file,” he said, and the men made a move in my direction. “It's not signed,” I announced, raising it above my head. Santos cocked his head to the side, nose twitching. “You're starting to make me wish I just killed the wife already. Don't you know better than to play games with me?”

Samantha As agreed, dinner has been set, and the only one left to arrive is Maximo. Santino and I quietly wait for him, while at the same time, I try not to stare at Santino too much. He looks so sexy today in a four-piece suit and freshly styled hair. He looks like the ultimate perfectionist I know him to be. “I miss my brother. Can I get a chance to talk to him?” Santino’s eyes rise from the phone in his hands to look at my face. Our eyes meet, and he appears to be as bored as ever.

“Power. Territory. Men. Respect. And now you’re throwing it away over a child.” Santos’ eyes darkened slightly. “You’re becoming emotional.” “And you’re becoming desperate.” That finally made him smile. A cold smile. “Careful.” I stepped closer anyway. “You think I don’t know what you people want from him?” The rain soaked through my shirt now, but I barely noticed. “You want to experiment on him. Control him. Use him.” Santos said nothing. That silence answered enough. “He’s not yours,” I growled. “No,” Santos agreed calmly. “He belongs to the future.”

Jack nodded and reached for a handshake, "Yes, if I recall, that was a very admirable speech on people helping people. It's a delight to see you again, Mr. Santos. I'm Jack Gibson. You said you work for Odyssey?" "Work is an understatement," Brian chuckled, "This man is a powerhouse." Andrea chimed in, "Yes, don't be so coy, Mr. Santos." She then turned to the group, and Miguel dreaded what was coming next: "Mr. Santos is the CEO of Odyssey Enterprises." The words slipped from her lips as if she were gloating on his behalf. He wanted to smash his head into a brick wall.

She stands up and I humor her by letting her think pulling on my hands is helping me to my feet as well. "Hey, Rookie," Santos calls, using the nickname I haven't answered to in over a year. I stop and looks at him, unsure where this conversation is about to go. "Congratulations, man. I'm happy for you." He bumps fists with me and I feel a certain relief. Relief that someone else knows the best secret I've ever kept and is excited for me. And relief that maybe Santos is finally seeing the error of his ways and he's going to stop being a dick. Maybe he can earn my respect back. With that thought, I extend an olive branch I know he'll appreciate.

The ball bounced and the gate opened. I didn't move a bit. I let my body move on its own. A woman with red lips and a pale complexion went out. I met him, and he was surprised to see me. "Hi?" "Who are they?" it sounded like an angel. It's annoying. I can't understand and feel the annoyance, so I'll bite. Why him? My kids are with her. And I, the mother, cannot. "I am lost, I can't see the way home," I said. Then she nodded. "Anyways, I'm Yhra Santos." Her eyebrows raised for a moment, and he seemed to be trying to remember something.

I said, and sighed, "Where the hell is Santos? We need to get out of here." "twelve lives later, and you still haven't lost that sharp mouth of yours," Santos said when he appeared, but he didn't look insulted. He had a smile on his face. "You did well," he said to me. "yeah, well, you didn’t leave me with a choice." "or you had a choice. You could have smeared your blood across that door and taken your friends. But you stayed and you unlocked a very vital part of you. I'm impressed."

“Just call the sailor and tell him to be ready. I don't want to get stranded at the riverbank waiting for him to show up.” “Of course!” She smiled as she trotted forward and hugged me. “You're such a darling!” I smiled at her. I was about to say something else when the door opened and Santos walked in. My heart fled from my chest. “Oh, Santos, my boy!” His mother was already rushing to him and hugging him. Santos had to bend down and took the hug good-naturedly. “You look good, Mother,” he said with a kind smile. Then his eyes lifted and found mine.