All Chapters of Santino : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Samantha "Samantha, do you copy?!" Ethan’s voice blasts in my ear, making me wince. “ Of course I copy, do you have to shout?” I whisper yell at him. “ Sorry, I am just nervous about this mission. Are you sure I shouldn’t send someone to help you?” I can hear the panic in his voice. “ No, we already established that this is a one-person mission only. And I am the best at the moment. If I succeed, it will be big for us.” I trace my palm across the mahogany desk in the office I just infiltrated. It’s dark in here, but with the help of the night vision goggles, I can see everything. I have searched this whole penthouse and I still can’t find the diamonds and Ruby stones. The office is my last stop, you know save the best for last. My brother had stated the stones would be in Ricca’s penthouse but didn't know the room it was in. This mission can go in so many ways, but I trust my brother has never missed, he is always right. The Ricca are dangerous twins that no one dares to mess

Samantha I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache. I hold my head and squint my eyes at the ringing sound that only makes my head hurt worse. I must have drunk so much last night. I don't even remember how I got back to the room. I slowly open my eyes hoping to see the familiar purple walls of my room that I have gotten used to over the year I have spent at Oxford, only to get shocked when I am in a whole new room entirely. Something is wrong. I shoot up and look around, my head jerking in everything direction. " No! No! No! Where the hell am I?!" I ask out loud, hoping to get an answer from whichever person brought me here, but no one responds. I scoff, they didn’t even have the audacity to be here when I woke up. What am I saying? Did something happen to me? I began to check myself waiting to feel some kind of pain to let me know if I did engage in any activity while I was drunk, but I come up with nothing. I survey the room more, just to see if I wi

Samantha Santino hangs up even before Ethan can say anything. Something drops on my palm and when I glance to see what it is, it happens to be a tear, I didn't even know that I was crying. I hate this man with a passion. He has ruined my life even though I know I am to blame, I just find it easier to blame others instead of myself. Out of rage, I grab the nearest folk and I fly in his direction. I don't care where my body will land, as long as I stub Santino with the folk. I aimed for his heart, I am almost there, and he decides to do something unexpected. For someone that big, he is quick on his feet. He swiftly moves out of the way and I hit the ground with a loud thud. I groan in pain and massage my scraped arm. He laughs out loud. That is the most I have heard him laugh, like ever. It sounds more devilish than anything. I scream to no one in particular. The fall has left me with a nasty cut. I know that is going to leave a scar, but I don't care. I stand up and l

Samantha Santino laughs, and it's chilling, his eyes have that hard glare that never wavers away. “ I don't want to be the bad guy,” He says with a cold smile. I never knew a smile could look that cold, no wonder he never really does it. His smile freaks me out much, such that I scramble off the floor and run into Maximo. I hug him tightly as I cry in his chest. “ Please save me from him,” My cries fill up the kitchen. The aura of these two is chilling. I make the mistake of staring up at Maximo and the cold reptilian eyes glare at me, plunging my mind. I can feel my whole get cold despite the warm temperature in the kitchen. I run out of that kitchen and find myself outside. For the first time, I am outside. I continue running forward, and the bracelet begins to get uncomfortable on my wrist. I ignore it and continue forward, I am past the point of being rational, the pain of the bracelet surely can't compare to the fear of being in the presence of these two monst

Samantha To say I am scared is an understatement, I am freaking out like crazy. Having both of their pressure pressing down my shoulders is weakening in a sense that I hate. I was okay when it was just Maximo that crazy bastard, giving me pressure, but Santino too, damn. While Maximo tends to talk a lot, Santino is definitely a man of a few words and when he talks he means business. These brothers are simply the worst. I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly l