CHAPTER TWENTY

Santana

I wasn’t a genius in the kitchen like Pop and Sammie but I knew how to throw down a little bit. So, I woke my fiancé up with breakfast in bed for her eighteenth birthday. Huevos rancheros, fresh tortillas, and sliced avocados.

When she woke up, she looked adorable as fuck with a huge smile plastered on her face. That’s all I ever wanted to see was that pretty smile. I climbed in bed while I sang a horrible rendition of the happy birthday song. Sammie didn’t care though she still covered me with kisses and slid her hand down to grip my dick.

“Thank you, Santana.” She rubbed her eyes and fixed her green gaze on the tray of food in front of her. “Shit, working at Papa’s turned you into a chef, huh? This looks so good.”

“I don’t know about all that but it is good,” I laughed.

“Hey, after you went to sleep last night I got some weird texts.” She looked uneasy as she handed me her phone. My brows crashed together as I scrolled through the texts from an unknown number.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, rubbing a palm over my beard.

“I have no idea,” she shrugged as she dug into her food. “I didn’t want to wake you up with it though.”

“Sammie, you can always wake me up for shit like this. You think it was Erin playing on your phone?” I asked her curiously.

“Could be. I thought about that right before I went to sleep. I came up with three people.” I watched her intently, wanting to know who her three suspects were.

“Okay, Sammie, spill that shit. I want to know who I need to pay a visit to.” She opened her mouth to speak but three loud knocks sounded at the door. Begrudgingly, I got out of bed and grabbed my gun to answer it. Pop told me that was the number one rule to staying alone when you were in the kind of business we were in. You could never be stupid enough to open your door to anyone without having your pistol on you.

Luckily, he was the person on the other side of the door. “What’s up, Pop?” I smiled a little and stepped to the side to let him in.

“Hey, Santana. Is Sam decent?” He eyed me incredulously and I gave him a sheepish grin with a little bit of wolf underneath. There was no denying what Sammie and I had been up to. I was only wearing a pair of sweatpants and my hair was all over the place.

“She’s decent. She’s eating breakfast.”

“In bed? Because I don’t see her in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, Pop. In bed.” Nerves prickled the back of my neck as I stood under his gaze. Even though things were out in the open my relationship with Sammie still held its weight in awkward moments. I was standing in one right then. 

Pop grumbled under his breath and shook his head as he moved into the kitchen. “I guess I can’t say shit since you popped the question, huh?” He grabbed himself a bottle of water and sat at the table. The wooden chair complained beneath his bulk.

“Nope. Not a thing,” I grinned. Pop was the first and only person I told about buying Sammie a ring. It wouldn’t have been right if I didn’t ask him for her hand. She deserved it and so did he. I think I was more shocked than anything that he gave me the green light.

“Samira Alvarez, get your ass out here.” Pop tilted his head up to call out to her and in seconds she was in front of him just like when she was a kid. It felt like when we were kids too. Standing in the kitchen in front of Pop. Usually, this was the part where I got yelled at.

I stole a glance at Sammie being swallowed in my t-shirt while one side of the collar hung off her dainty shoulder and my heart thumped. Maybe it wasn’t exactly like when we were kids because she damn sure didn’t have all those curves and my dick was threatening to get hard just looking at her. I pulled my stare away from her stiff nipples and cleared my throat.

“I understand it’s your birthday, Princess.” Sammie shot me a look and I smirked at her. We both knew that hours ago I was calling her the same thing while I drilled into her pussy from behind. “I have a gift for you.”

“You do?” She bounced on her toes and her tits swayed beneath my shirt. Goddammit, she was sexy. I rubbed my forehead and ignored the heat filling the room and easing up my back.

“Of course. I know things have been tense between us all but I want to let you and Santana know that even if I don’t understand what you have here…I’ll respect it. You have my word. Also, I came to give you some good news, mija. Your plan for the guys on the east side has worked beautifully. They’re already done with their product. Now they need even more.” He sighed and gave a shrug, “It’s a problem but it’s a good problem to have. With your plan, you managed to calm the tension on the east side and bring in more money, which means I can get more product. Essentially, Sammie, you’ve managed to speed up my entire operation and I’m looking at holding all my men to this newer standard. It’s a vicious way to do business but I needed a little facelift.”

He gave her a warm smile and held out his arms for her. They hugged and I felt my chest warm. “Anyway, I wanted to give you a cut of the money they brought in. It was your idea so you deserve it.” Pop reached into a bag and pulled out two huge stacks of cash. They looked like green bricks they were so thick.

It was the kind of money I’d grown accustomed to receiving since Pop brought me into the business. I looked at him and tipped my head to the side while Samira was busy squealing over the money. I nudged Pop with my elbow and said, “You’re giving her a cut and crediting her ideas…are you bringing Sammie in?”

She paused in her excitement when she heard my question to him. Her olive green eyes went wide as she regarded Pop. He rubbed the top of his head and leaned back in the chair while he patted down his pocket. After he fished out a pack of cigarettes he began talking.

“I’ve been thinking long and hard about you, Samira. In one month I’ve gone from thinking you were my perfect princess that I needed to protect from this business to listening to your ideas and implementing them no less. It’s been a lot for me to process, mija. I need you to understand that.” He lit a cigarette and took a long pull, blowing out clouds of gray nicotine smoke.

“I can’t sit here and pretend you don’t have Alvarez blood coursing through your veins. You are your father’s child.”

“Papa, what does that mean?” Sammie asked anxiously.

“It means I want to slowly start bringing you in. Very fucking slowly. You can start coming to the restaurant with Santana and me at night. You have to learn how to shoot though and you will never move without your bro—Santana or me. Got it?” He seemed a bit flustered at his slip up but Sammie and I ignored it. He’d slipped up like that several times since finding out about us.

“Before I choose to bring you all the way in, I need to see a change in your attitude. I’m not going to tell you what I’m looking for but I’ll know when I see it.” Pop stood to his feet and reached down into his bag once more.

That time, he pulled out a black case and placed it in Sammie’s hands. I already knew what it was by the shape and look of it. He’d gotten her a gun. Sure enough when she cracked open the box, inside was a compact 9mm Glock. I expected to see apprehension in those gorgeous green eyes but instead, they burned bright like jade fire.

“This is…for me?” She caressed the pistol like it was already precious to her. Pop gave a short nod and finished his cigarette. I noted the struggle he was having but he was making the right choice. Sammie would be an amazing addition to the team. All she needed was a little coaching and I would be there to help her every step of the way.

Sammie gave Pop another big hug then pulled back a little and looked over at me. “Santana, we have to tell him about what happened last night.”

“The texts?” I asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“No…” She wiggled her fingers a little and I laughed.

“You mean the ring? I know about it. I raised Santana right. He came to ask for your hand, Samira.” The look that washed over her beautiful face made me feel like I could conquer the fucking world.

Her pouty lips curved up into the cutest smile and her eyebrows flew up to her hairline in shock. “He did?” She squeaked.

“He did. I gave my blessing.” He rubbed her back and sighed a bit, running his fingers through his hair. “I guess I’ll keep you as a son no matter what, huh, mijo?”

“You can’t get rid of me, old man.” The energy in the apartment was charged with something I hadn’t felt in a long time. We were all happy and all on the same page. My heart was full and I couldn’t think of one thing that could go wrong.

Somehow unease still managed to slither beneath the surface and lurk in the back of my mind though.

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“Thank you for making my birthday so special, Santana.” Sammie was perched on top of me. It was my favorite place for her to be especially when she didn’t have on any panties and the dress she had on kept rising around her hips. I slid my palms around to her thick ass and squeezed. She was so soft. I couldn’t wait to sink into her.

“Thank you for agreeing to marry me, Samira. With your fine ass.” I pressed slow kisses along the curve of her neck and she sighed happily.

“It’s still so weird.” She smiled and held out her hand to examine the emerald engagement ring I’d gotten her. It matched her beautiful green pools and I wanted her to always be able to look at it and think it was stunning. That was how I felt when I looked into her eyes.

“Bad weird?” I quizzed, twirling a silky lock of her hair around my finger.

“No. Just weird. All my life I wondered what my husband would be like and I was staring right at him the whole time.” Her breath held on to traces of the wine she’d been drinking earlier.

“Tell me the truth, Sammie, when did you start looking at me differently?” My fingers slid down the crack of her ass and she giggled a little.

“I don’t know. I’ve always known you were fine though. I used to have a little crush on you when I was a kid but it was harmless. I think when you came home this last time was when I noticed how…sexy you were.” She tensed a bit when she felt me probing her wet opening with my fingers.

“Tell me how I turned you on,” I whispered against her ear while I stretched her tight little cunt. I slid in and out so slowly that with each pass she got wetter. After a few seconds, she had my fingers coated.

“I couldn’t stop staring at you.” Her throat dipped when she swallowed and I followed the motion with my tongue. “You’d gotten so bulky and you looked even taller and…” she gasped a bit as a small orgasm took hold of her.

Moonlight spilled into the room through the curtain casting an ethereal glow on her honey skin. I couldn’t stop watching her. I loved the faces she made. They turned my cock into a rigid piece of steel.

“And what, baby?” I asked, biting her soft skin.

“And I wanted you to touch me. That night you came in drunk, I wanted you to touch me so bad.”

“Would you have let me?”

“Yes,” she breathed. My thumb grazed her stiff clit and she whined.

“Would you have let me fuck you?” My heart was pounding listening to her soft breathy voice.

“I would have let you do anything to me, Santana.”

“What about now?” I asked in her ear while my fingers probed her pussy and my thumb massaged her clit. “Can I fuck you right now, Sammie? Can I drive my dick deep inside of your pretty pink pussy?”

“Yes.” Her lips were so full I couldn’t help myself. I had to suck on them. She granted me access to her mouth and I slid my tongue inside. Moments later, Sammie was on her back and I was busy sliding the crown of my cock up and down her wet slit.

I’d just sank all the way inside of her with a deep and carnal groan when her phone chimed over and over like an annoying fucking bird. I started to reach over and silence it but she said, “Leave it. I need you to fuck me…now.” Who was I to turn down my fiancé?

Her walls were slick and slippery. My dick throbbed with every hard stroke. I loved that I didn’t have to be gentle with Sammie. She was such a good little freak. Every time we made love I molded her a little more. Now she was handcrafted to take my dick like a pro.

“Fuck, Sammie. Your pussy feels so good. You were born to take my cock.” I leaned down to kiss her and ended up swallowing her moans.

“I was born to take your dick, Santana,” she agreed with her green eyes focused on me. “I love the way you make me cum.” Her words were driving me absolutely insane.

Pressure built deep inside of me until I couldn’t hold on anymore. The moon seemed to draw closer and Sammie’s moans reached a fever pitch. Her tight body writhed beneath me while I pressed the soles of her feet against her ears. Once I had her locked in, she couldn’t move anymore…she tried to though.

“Take it, Sammie. Don’t try to run.”

“I’m gonna explode,” she whined. Her pussy gripped me so tight I had to shut my eyes before I exploded along with her and we turned into mist floating through the air. When she came, I came. She pulled every drop from me, and my movements turned jerky inside of her.

“Fuck, I hope I put a baby inside of you,” I sighed with a little laughter clinging to the ends of my words.

“Shit, me too.” She wiped the sweat from my forehead and sat up letting her honey hair fall down her dewy back. I ran my fingers through it and pulled when I got to the ends. She tipped backward and smiled while I kissed her lips. I let her go and she sat up straight to pull herself together.

“Santana…” I didn’t like the way her voice sounded. She sounded scared. She was sitting on the edge of the bed staring down at her phone. In a blink, I was by her side taking the phone from her hands.

When I looked down at the screen, I saw dozens of messages from the same unknown number that texted Sammie last night. My brows drew together to a tight point on my forehead as I read text after text.

UNKNOWN: Sam, where are you?

UNKNOWN: Happy birthday, beautiful.

UNKNOWN: Sam, why aren’t you ever home?

UNKNOWN: Sam. When can we talk?

UNKNOWN: Sam

UNKNOWN: Sam

UNKNOWN: Sam

UNKNOWN: Sam

UNKNOWN: Sam

The texts continued over and over until I put the damn phone to sleep because I was afraid it would turn molten in my hand from the heat of my rage.

“I’m going to find out who the fuck is sending these messages. They’re watching the house and I don’t like that shit. You stay here and don’t move. I’m going to Pop’s.”

“Santana, you’re not going anywhere without me, fuck that.” She was up and pulling on clothes in a blink. Stubborn ass. I pushed wild strands of hair from my forehead and glared at her.

“No. If he doesn’t know where you are then you’re safe here.” My voice was a low growl that dared her to challenge me but this was Samira. Of course she was going to challenge me.

Determination filtered into her olive pools making them seem lighter, like they were glowing. We stood there snared in each other’s gazes but neither of us wanting to falter. “Samira, you’re not going with me. Whoever this is knows where we live…well knows where Pop lives. I have to warn him and you need to stay safe.” Samira eyed me while she whipped her hair into a high ponytail then she took one step toward me.

“I agree with you. Papa needs to know but I’m not safe unless I’m with you. So I’m coming.”

I stared at her for a long while trying to figure out how to get her to listen to me. It was never that easy with Sammie though. She tried me around every corner ever since she was little. “Sammie, if something happens to you…I’d be lost.” I curled my fingers around the back of her neck and brought her mouth to mine as the jagged edges left my voice. “I want you somewhere safe.”

“I told you…I’m safest with you, Santana.” The way she stared up at me made me want to protect her forever with my life. I knew I wasn’t winning that argument so I told her to finish getting dressed then we headed to Pop’s house.

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