All Chapters of The Assassin's Blood: The Confradia Assassins III: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SantanaI never expected to come into his room─ nevertheless, kiss him. However, as I stood there with my eyes glued to his powerful form, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to kiss him. Biting my lip, I watch as a droplet of water slides down his broad, sinewy chest until it disappears down the firm contours of his tight abs.My mind shut down, so I went with my instincts, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him. He was surprised at first, but eventually, he gave in. A sigh escapes my lips when he tightens his arms around me and pushes me against the door. I tilt my head, biting his lower lip and dip my tongue into his mouth. He groans, sucking my tongue and bites my lower lip. The kiss is better than the last one.My fingers slide through his silky dark hair pulling his head closer to mine as his hands travel down my back. His groin rubs against mine pleasurably. My sheath tightens, and my clit throbs with our grinding movements. I moan when

 SantanaI woke up this morning feeling foolish over what I did last night. Kissing and touching Declan was great, but his attitude towards me after what we did was horrible. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. My bedsheets are twisted, and I’m sure I look like a mess. I was so aroused that I had to pull all of my clothes off to be comfortable. I shuddered when the sheets caressed my nipples. Pleasure rushes through my body at the reminder of last night. I can’t stop thinking about how his body felt against mine. As soon as the thought surfaces, I let it go. Feeling depressed, I rise from the bed, pull the shirt over my head, slip on some shorts, and step out of the room. I’m walking down the hallway in search of Connor when I run into Hunter.“Hey, Santana. How you feeling this morning?” I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to share my mixed thoughts. “Hey, Hunter, I’m okay. I was actually on my way to check on C

Santana“Hey, sis, where’s Declan?” Connor asks the moment I step through the office door. I shake my head and take a seat in one of the comfortable cushioned chairs. “I don’t know. What’s up?” Connor shrugs. “Just getting some things settled. Did you eat?” I nod my head. “Yeah, I ate.” Connor smiles in contentment and goes back to his computer. The kid is one-track-minded for sure. Rising from the chair, I pace around the room and turn back to him. “So, I was thinking. We still have a few dollars in the savings account and Alva’s ring. Since there’s nothing left here for us, I thought maybe we can start over again somewhere else.”Connor’s brows quirks with surprise. “What do you mean?” I take a deep breath before I reply. “I mean, maybe we can take a bus somewhere and find a new town to live in. One of my high school friends, Dana, is a physical therapist

SantanaIt’s time to leave. This morning I snuck out of my room and spent most of the day trying to avoid Declan. I didn’t go back into the room until I knew he was gone. After our intense lovemaking, I figured it would be best if I left things as they were. Unlike me, Connor made every effort to be in Declan’s presence. He has always been the more forgiving of us. When I asked him, he told me it would be a waste of time to be angry at Declan, considering nothing would change. He’d rather savor every last minute he had with his brother. I figure that I’d let him have this, even if I didn’t agree with Declan’s easy disposal of his brother. I even let Connor ride shotgun on the way to the bus stop. There’s no point in having any further contact with Declan. It would just add to my sadness, and I’ve had enough sadness in my life.Once I left the bed, I went to the bathroom, cried a little, and gave myself a pep talk. W

SantanaI don’t know where I am. I look around the empty, darkened room and pull my messy hair behind my ear. My body aches from being dragged, and my knees sting. There’s dried blood on them and on my bare feet. I must have lost my flats while they dragged me around. I’m alone, but I can hear male voices outside the door. I struggle against my bonds and slide across the barren floor, trying to decipher what they are saying but scurry back as soon as the door opens. Two men step inside. One of them is Perroni, and the other one is the one that dragged me out of the bus.Perroni smirks as he takes in my haggard appearance and squats down in front of me. “Hello, Santana. Surprised to see me?” He asks with a mocking sneer. I don’t respond. There’s no point because I know he’s playing with me. “I heard Connor got away. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it very far.” My heart skips with terror as I sit up and loo