CHAPTER TEN

Santana

“I just got a notice that the university won’t be pressing criminal charges as long as you uphold your expulsion, Santana.” Pop tossed a letter on my bed and I barely looked at it. I was studying the pagers and I was working on my last one. School seemed like it was light years in the past. 

“You still sound mad at me,” I said, pushing the letter from Dartmouth aside. A week had passed since I aired out his family secret about being a kingpin. He spoke to me enough to keep up appearances at the restaurant but once we were at home, things fell silent.

On the other hand, things were amazing with Sammie and me. She slept in my bed every night and every morning I woke up and buried myself in her warm pussy. I was in my own world when it came to her. We’d always been close but now our relationship was on another level.

“I don’t know what to say to you anymore, Santana,” Pop confessed. His feathers were still ruffled. He stood in my room like a bird of prey ready to shred me apart if need be. I didn’t want that though. No matter how pissed I was at him for keeping Sammie and me out of the loop, I loved him and I respected him.

“How about you tell me what’s really on your mind?” I leaned back in my chair and regarded him.

“I’m noticing a change in Sam and I don’t like it. I feel like it’s because she knows about the operation now. I just want my princess to go to school and not think about any of this shit. It’s not something she needs to worry about.”

“What change have you noticed in her?” I quizzed, resting my elbows on my knees. Pop leaned against the wall and shrugged.

“Her wheels are spinning but I can’t tell what she’s thinking about. Can’t be school because she hasn’t mentioned it to me once. Before, she was excited about Dartmouth in the fall and now it’s like school has vanished and been replaced with something else.”

I couldn’t tell him that one of the things heavy on Sammie’s mind was me. The other thing was Pop’s operation. She wanted to see it. She wanted to know everything he’d kept from her for so long. She knew damn well he wouldn’t show it to her though.

“So you’re still pissed at me because Sammie is acting differently. O…kay,” I chuckled.

“If you hadn’t told her about the operation then none of it would be happening. Sam would be all about graduation and school in the fall like she needs to be. Instead, I know she’s thinking about what I do behind the scenes. I know she is.” Pop let out a tired sigh.

“So, basically this is all my fault?” I stood up and plopped the last pager in his hand and he closed his fist around it. Garlic and peppers clung to his t-shirt. The smells reminded me of the kitchen. Even when I was off, the restaurant still found its way to me somehow.

“It is, Santana. Why couldn’t you leave well enough alone?” He tossed a hand in the air and patted his pockets for a pack of cigarettes.

“Because as much as you want to believe everything was well, it wasn’t, Pop. Sammie had questions. She noticed things weren’t right and I couldn’t keep avoiding her.”

“You could have told me and I would have steered her in another direction. I would have found something to occupy her time.” He pulled out a slim white stick and pushed it between his lips before lighting the tip and inhaling long and deep.

“You can’t keep rerouting her. She’s not stupid and she would have found out eventually. She’s already pissed that you kept something like this from her and she has every right to be.”

“Are you still pissed that I didn’t tell you about your mother?” He asked, his guard softening a bit. Pop may have been all iron and nails on the outside but when it came to Sammie and me he was a ball of cotton.

I shrugged at his question and shifted in my chair a bit. “I’m getting over it. I just would rather you talk to me about it instead of acting so pissed off all the time. I want to know about that part of Mom. You’re the only person who can tell me about it.” The space in my chest that ached when I thought about my mother started to throb.

I cast my gaze down to the floor and tried to force the ache out by taking deep breaths. Pop walked over to me and rubbed my shoulder. He said, “She was amazing, Santana. It’s not often that you find a woman who can stand at your side when you do the type of work that we do but Alina? She was one in a fucking million. She’d send a bullet tearing through a motherfucker at the drop of a dime. My men feared her just as much as they did me.”

The way he looked when he spoke about my mother as this new person that I never knew made my chest squeeze. I wanted to know that side of her. I felt that side of her running through my veins.

“Listen to me, mijo. You’re my heart and soul. So is Sam. I would never do anything to make you two upset on purpose. All I wanted was a better, safer life for my kids. I wanted this shit to end with me. Don’t hate me for that.” For the first time, I saw vulnerability lurking in Pop’s green eyes.

His brows were pinched together like being that open pained him so I met him halfway and wrapped my arms around him in a hug. It felt good.

“I’m not mad at you for wanting to keep us away from this life, Pop. I just wished you told us without me having to drag it out into the open. It’s out there now though and I think you need to talk to Sammie about it later. She’s understandably curious.”

The weight of acceptance made him nod his head as if he were ready to resign himself to the fact that he would have to show Sammie what he did even if it were only once. Pop tousled my hair a bit as he squinted at me through the haze of gray smoke. “I don’t know what the hell I did to deserve kids like you and Samira but I thank god for you two. You keep my head on straight, mijo. That’s why I know you’ll end up running my organization. It wasn’t what I planned but I’ll be proud no matter what. Just Keep Sam out of it, will you?”

“Hey, I can’t tell her what to do. She’s like you. She does what she wants.” I said, holding my hands up. Pop sighed and shook his head while his lips moved in prayer to one of the saints I’m sure.

“I’ll be back, Santana. I’m going to the warehouse to pick up supplies for the restaurant. If Dom comes by, take the package he has and lock it in my safe.” I nodded my head in response and watched Pop leave my room.

Things would start to smooth out around the house. A light feeling settled in my chest and spread out into my limbs at the thought of it. Outside, a car door slammed and two light, airy giggles floated up to my bedroom window. I peered through the blinds to see Sammie coming up to the house with one of her friends from cheer squad.

She glowed in the sunlight. Millions of golden silk strands glittered as her ponytail swished back and forth. Her green eyes darted up to my window and I nodded at her. I watched her slow in her stride and give me a small wave as if she were royalty.

Sammie, Sammie, Sammie.

If beauty were a language, it would have been well spoken by Samira Alvarez at all times. Her body was fluent and her face was the muse.

Downstairs, the alarm beeped several times and I heard the soft laughter grow closer. I wasn’t expecting for Sammie to stop past my room first but I should have known better. We couldn’t be in the same house without touching somehow. She’d become my addiction and I wasn’t willing to give her up.

“Hi Santana,” she beamed and wrapped her arms around me. I closed my arms around her waist and nestled my nose against the sweet spot on her neck behind her ear.

“What’s up, Sammie?” My voice tickled her and she rewarded me with a cute-as-fuck giggle.

“I brought my friend Erin over, is that cool?”

“That’s cool. Just stay the hell out of my room,” I said loud enough for her friend to hear. Mainly so I could uphold the asshole-big-brother standard that I knew was expected of me.

On the other side of the door that joined my room to Sammie’s, I heard her friend shuffling around. “Why can’t we hang out in your room?” Sammie asked. Her green eyes taunted me, turning my cock to steel.

“Because I said so,” I grumbled, gripping her perfect ass in my hand. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and I pressed her curvy frame against me so she could feel my erection. “And if you don’t stay out of my room, I’m going to fuck you and make your friend jealous,” I whispered in her ear while I cupped her pussy.

“Okay, fine,” she pretended to sigh. She was so good at putting on shows but she couldn’t pretend to do anything but cum when my mouth was on her or my dick was sliding deep inside of her. She pried herself away from me and gave me a coy wave before disappearing behind the door.

Fuck.

She was going to ruin me. I knew it. There was no way around it.

How could something that brilliant not blind you? How could something so hot not burn? Sammie was perfect in ways I didn’t understand before but now? Now those ways were all I could think about. They were all I cared about.

Since Samira and I couldn’t stay away from each other, we found ourselves in the kitchen trying not to eye fuck each other while her friend Erin sat at the island eating snacks and talking about meaningless bullshit. I was grateful for the doorbell because I didn’t know how much longer I could keep looking at Sammie’s dusky golden skin and striking olive eyes without bending her over and impaling her.

“Was Papa expecting someone?” Sammie asked in her prim and proper voice. That voice went out of the window when I was balls deep inside of her.

“Yeah, Dominic was supposed to drop by,” I told her. I headed to the front door to break the heat between Sammie and me. Dom stood there holding a small black case. He placed it in my hands and I thanked him. The exchange was simple enough.

I looked over my shoulder for a brief moment when I heard the girls in the kitchen giggling and Dom tipped his head to the side. “Is that Sam?” He asked, a smile inching across his face.

Usually, I only saw Dom at night so I didn’t notice that in the sunlight the silvery scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to the corner of his mouth was visible. It blared to life like a neon sign. I pulled my eyes away from it and nodded.

“Yeah, Sammie’s in there with one of her cheerleader friends. I’m having so much fucking fun. Can’t you tell?” I deadpanned. Dom chuckled and stepped further inside, straightening his shirt.

“Mind if I say hi to Sam? I haven’t seen her in so long. I know she’s all grown up and beautiful.” His chuckle led him into the kitchen where the girls were. Sammie’s green eyes got wide when she saw Dom. She smiled and hopped up from her seat to hug him.

“Uncle Dom!”

“Hey there, Sam. Long time no see. Goodness gracious you have…grown.” His eyes slid down her frame the same way Marco’s had and a flare of anger surged through me. It was brief though. Dom wouldn’t prey on Samira like every other man.

“Why don’t you ever come by Papa’s anymore?” She asked. She’d long since let go of Dom but he still had his arms fixed around her tiny waist. I wanted to break his hold on her but I had to compose myself. If I flew off the handle it would be a dead giveaway that pointed right at Sammie and me.

“I’m busy a lot now, sweetheart. I’m working with your dad at night. I’m gonna try to stop by and see you though.” Sammie pulled away from Dom’s sticky grasp and sat beside Erin.

“Good. It’ll be nice to start seeing you around again. You and Santana and Papa are such night owls. Always working late,” she remarked, making sure to stare Dom down when she spoke.

“We’re nocturnal,” he chuckled.

“I see.” Her green eyes slid over to Erin. “This is my uncle. Uncle Dom, this is my friend, Erin.”

“Nice to meet you,” Erin shook Dom’s hand and he nodded at her then slid his gaze back to Sammie. I watched their exchange like a hawk.

I picked up on every time Dom’s dark eyes dipped down Sammie’s shirt or fixed on her mouth when she spoke. I didn’t want to believe it but there was no way around the plain goddamn truth. Dom was eye-fucking Samira.

“Thanks for stopping by, Dom. I’ll tell Pop I got the package from you,” I forced a tight smile but it still didn’t seem like he was getting my drift.

“I think I’ll stay a while and hang out with Sam. It’s been so long.” He turned to her and reached an index finger across the island, sliding it down her forearm. My muscles tensed with the need to throw a punch. I didn’t give a fuck who Dom was or what it looked like to Erin or anyone else.

My fists drew into angry stones at my side ready to smash into Dom’s face while he sat there chuckling and moving closer to Sammie. I rolled my shoulders a bit, hoping to remove some of the tension but it was useless. I cleared my throat and both Dom and Sammie looked up at me.

Her face warped into a tight knot of worry because she knew me better than anyone in the world. She knew I was about to fly off the handle and launch into our father’s best friend. She wedged her body between me and the island then she placed two dainty hands on my chest.

“Santana, can you help me find the book Papa wanted me to read? You know if I haven’t found it by the time he gets home, he’s going to chew me out.” She left no further room for me to decline because she took my hand I hers and yanked me out of the kitchen. She was a foot shorter than me and I had at least one hundred fifty pounds on her but she pulled me. “I’ll be right back, Erin.” She tossed a smile over her shoulder then shoved me into the den, far away from the kitchen.

“Calm down, Santana,” she urged.

“Calm down? I’m about to bash that motherfucker’s skull into the counter the next time he touches you or looks at you like he wants dessert.” My voice was steeped in gravel.

“He is being a little creepy,” she admitted with a shudder. Her cat eyes swept the room then she took one step closer to me and locked her slender fingers behind my neck. My hands automatically found their home on her full hips. I squeezed them and pulled her flush against me so that no air circulated between us.

“He’s trying to get fucked up,” I muttered against her silky hair.

“He won’t stay here all day. I’ll just talk to Papa about it when he gets in, okay?” She placed a soft kiss to my lips. It was sweeter than a bowl of sugar. I didn’t know until that very moment that sugar turned beasts ravenous.

I swept my tongue across her soft lips and she granted me access. It was sweet like the juice she’d been drinking moments before. Her nails scraped against my scalp sending jolts of electricity through me.

We stumbled backward against the wall and I let my hands navigate her curves. I was an expert at navigating Sammie by now. I slid under her shirt and rubbed the smooth skin right at her navel, dipping my finger below her waistband.

Her body trembled in response and my dick strained to get inside of her. My teeth left their hungry marks on her honey skin but I didn’t care right then. Samira blinded me to logic. She swept it away like an expert housekeeper.

I spun her around so that she faced the wall, then I slid my hands up her smooth, bare thighs until I was beneath her cheerleading skirt. The moan that escaped her was quiet as a pin on carpet but I heard it. Maybe because it was only meant for my ears.

“I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall and you’re not going to make a single noise. You will cum for me though,” I told her while I tugged her wet panties aside. My thumb rolled over her clit while my index and middle finger pushed inside of her tight pussy. 

She was so wet it made me blind with need. Neither one of us cared who was in the house at that point. The heat between us was too severe.

“You’re going to wet my dick up and I’m going to cum deep inside of you. I want it to stay there the entire time you’re with your little friend. The entire time Dom is here. I want to know your pussy is full of me. Understand, Samira?”

“Mmm, yes, Santana.”

“Good girl.” My belt clinked as I unbuckled it and freed my stiff cock. Beads of clear precum sat at the tip and I shook my head at how much Sammie turned me on.

When I buried my cock inside of her, I cupped my hand over her mouth letting my fingers absorb her moans. Prickles blanketed my back knowing full well Erin or Dom could walk in on us. Either of them would see the way Sammie was pressed against the wall while I fucked her relentlessly.

“Santana…” She whined against my hand while I hammered away at her. Her sweet desire slipped down my shaft while her cunt gripped and pulled me deeper like her body was begging for me.

I nestled my nose in the top of her sweet hair while I thrust into her. “Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she warned while she rolled those hips and threw her thick ass back on me.

I couldn’t do anything to mask the wet sounds her pussy made while I fucked her. Nothing in the world could mask that shit. Sammie was flooding me. “Cum for me, baby,” I demanded. There was nothing sweeter than feeling her pussy grip my cock while she pulsed all around me.

It was like magic.

It was narcotics in my veins.

When I felt her climax build up then explode, I did the same. My balls seized and my cock swelled in between her tight walls. I thrust deep a few more times before filling her up and making her shake.

Sammie’s tight, smooth curves jerked and arched while an orgasm took over her in waves. They were thick and sweet just like her.

“Shit,” she panted, bracing herself against the wall. “Did I ever tell you how much I love you?” I pulled out of her and tucked my wet dick away. If I had my way, I’d stay inside of her a little while longer.

“Nah, but you can if you want to. I’m all ears,” I chuckled, running a hand over my face.

“God, Santana, don’t do that. You look so good. It makes me want to suck every drop of my cum off your cock until you…” I put my finger over her pouty lips and flashed her a smile.

“Uncle Dom is in the kitchen. Behave,” I slapped her ass and she giggled.

“I love you, Santana…” The smile faded a bit from her face as she stared up at me with big green eyes far too perfect for anything in this fucked up world.

She loved me.

This was more than the love we shared because we were siblings. This was new. This was different. Our old relationship was falling away in chunks and something else was emerging. I just didn’t know how Pop would handle it.

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