Novel & Cerita The Santi

After hesitating for a few seconds, she hurried outside. “Brother Sean, my name is Santi. Thank you for buying cars these past two days,” she said as Sean had just sat inside the car. Seeing her shy expression, Sean smiled. “You were willing to serve us yesterday. Today you’re protecting your business. That’s normal.” Feeling lucky, Santi gritted her teeth and asked, “Brother Sean, can I have your phone number?” “Isn’t my number already written in the agreement? You can just check it there,” Sean replied with a smile, knowing what she was thinking.

“But let’s find out.” The man approached with a determined stride. Dante Moretti. His voice was deep, authoritative. “My name is Vittorio Santi. And I think we need to talk.” Inside the villa Vittorio Santi was the patriarch of the Santi family, the rival family that had been at war with the Morettis for decades. Everyone knew it. Everyone tensed. But Vittorio hadn’t come with threats. “Salvatore and I were enemies,” he said, sitting in the living room, a glass of wine in his hand. “But we were also partners. Secretly. Nobody knew.”