The Santi Novels & Stories

Turning swiftly never letting go of his arm she twisted it hard making him scream in agony, ‘Dato che sai così tanto sulla mia stirpe, forse avresti dovuto studiare di più i fatti. Chiamatela una curva di apprendimento, ma la regola numero uno è semplice. Non far mai incazzare un Santi’ [Since you know so much about my bloodline perhaps you should have studied more of the facts. Call this a learning curve but rule number one is simple. Never piss off a Santini.]

"I think you both need to sit down for this." They both walked over to the small seating area near the window. Stefan and Mia sat on the couch while Mose took the chair across from them, moving carefully but with determination. "I think it's the Santiagos." The name hit the room like a physical blow. Mia's eyes went wide, and Stefan's jaw tightened. "What?" Mia whispered. Mose nodded grimly. "The Santiago family." "The biggest Mafia family in Italy?" Mia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "The family that everyone fears?" Another nod.

His hand was on my shoulder when the door opened with a bang and an angry looking Salvatore walked in. “What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?” His eyes were on me but his words were directed at Dante whose face was filled with pure joy. “My Mexican girlfriend for a piece of him. It’s fair trade.” “Talk about him like that and I’ll forget we’re best friends." Salvatore grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “It’s time to leave.” “Wait—” I looked at Dante for help but he shrugged, giving me a little way as Salvatore dragged me out.

“Not yet… Only one real job possibility, in California.” “California?” Meghan asked, pausing. Why were the three of them looking at her like that? “Yes… San Diego.” “San Diego is so expensive,” Anna said. “And there are earthquakes,” Harper joined in. “It is a little far away…” Meghan added and forced a smile. Starlight glanced at each of them, surprised by their immediate objections. “Maybe the job will pay really well. And, yes, there are earthquakes occasionally, but Montana has a very harsh and long winter. And there are airplanes, Megs… San Diego would be a great place to visit.”

"Oh? So, how do you want me to say that, huh?" "Joaquin, enough." Santi stood in front of Tessa to get her attention. "We're sorry. We didn't mean for you to hear those things. We were just messing around, we hope you can forgive us." Tessa looked away, as if she was still upset. "By the way, I believe we haven't properly met. Hi, I'm Santi." Tessa's eyes turned to Santi's hand. She seemed reluctant to accept it, but when she saw me looking, she sighed before shaking Santi's hand.

Chesed arched a brow. Santi’s eyes darted from Chesed to Crista and back again. His throat worked hard to gulp down his fear. “I… I ask for mercy. I didn’t… I couldn’t have known she was your mate.” Santi pleaded for his miserable life. “And that makes it better?” Crista and Chesed questioned in near unison. I could hear Damon, Alexander, and André snickering behind us. “That’s just adorable.” André snickered. “N… no. But… I…” Santi was grasping for anything… some defense but was coming up short.

All three of them were in a pathetic state that no one in Azenla could ever believe that they were the respected individuals of the empire before. "Well, would you look at that?" Santi began. His right cheek rested on his right knuckles as his long silver hair blanketed the floor. The blue jeweled eyes, which were his trademark, were nowhere to be seen. Instead, his eyes were dark purple. In his irises, there was a shadow of black that danced in between.

Satanika looked at the bodies then the hypnotized restaurant staff then wore her slippers and walked out of the restaurant. Immediately Satanika's legs landed outside the building, the hypnosis spell was uplifted and then noises from the restaurant filled Satanika's ears who walked up to a black SUV that Sebastian opened for her. "Lady Satanika, Lord Theo said I should ask if you enjoyed your stay?" Sebastian asked as he drove the car. "It was splendid indeed. Though her blood simply needed less salt to make it less metallic." She responded making Sebastian nod and keep driving. Two down, four more to go. She thought then smiled as Sebastian headed home.

Fernando just snorted as he felt the touch of my hand on his cock and my lips still sucking on the skin of his neck. "I knew you weren't going to let me down, Santi." "What makes you so sure?" I said, pulling away from his neck to look into his eyes. "Because I know you want me very much," he said as he gave a kiss to my forehead. "As much as I want you," he finished softly.

“I’ve got people waiting on that shipment. Do you have any idea what kind of heat I’m dealing with because of your incompetence?” “And by ‘people,’ you mean your whores?” Santi cut in, stepping up beside me. The moment the words left his mouth, Antonio’s eyes darkened. His jaw clenched. “You better keep a muzzle on your dog,” Antonio spat. Something inside me snapped. I took a step forward. “Watch your fucking mouth, Antonio.” Apart from being my right hand man, Santi was my friend. Antonio couldn’t talk about him like that. He smirked, but I saw the hint of irritation behind his gaze. “What? You’re suddenly sentimental? I thought you were smarter than that, Stonewood.”