Santos On My Block の小説・ストーリー

Santiago The car came to a screeching halt in front of the Bandas gates. I strutted out of the car with one of my guards behind me. I presumed that the security team inside had seen me. Their eyes were glued on me as they gave feedback to one another. "Lord San of the Castillo Mafia," one of the guards said and I nodded. "How can I help you?" Another one asked and I looked up sharply. I kept my cool and responded, "I am here to see Lord Antonio Palmer."

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?”

One of them hums at my reaction and I can only guess that it to be Santino, he does that a lot. My fingers massage the top of my shots and circle on top of my clit. I am panting hard, and I attempt to open my eyes, only for one of them to place his large hand over my eyes, blocking me from the view. “You like that, Samantha.” It's a statement from Santino, and his damn voice has me creaming my pants.

Maybe I should start calling him "Alpha Superstar." Still, there’s no sign of Serena, and that makes me uneasy. Somehow, her presence brought me a strange sense of calm. Trying to shake the discomfort, I twitch my fingers and start stretching, hoping to at least appear like I know what I’m doing. My movements are stiff and awkward—I probably look like a fish out of water. Not that it matters. I’ve never been the athletic type, and looking at the heavyweights scattered around the room, I’m pretty sure I’d need a miracle to even budge one. Honestly, the weights are more likely to lift me than the other way around.

“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.

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."

Santos who sweetly smiled at her. “He’s still not talking to you, dear?” “Yeah. He’s probably shy. Haha.” Blair said while blushing because she is embarrassed of Mrs. Santos that she is always seen whenever she goes to the Alfarez. “Kuya! Mrs. Santos is hele! She blought us some vegetable salad!” Cally was shouting while calling his older brother. When Trestan went to them, Blair just watched his every move. He leaned and whispered to Cally’s little ears.