Page 38 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER TWELVE
Santana
Since Sammie and I were going to Papa’s, he told me I could drive and he’d meet us there. Something happened to me and Sammie when the stars burned bright in the navy sky though. We lost inhibitions and we did what felt good to us.
Fuck the rules.
Fuck society.
“You look amazing, Sammie.” I glanced at her while we were stopped at a red light. The crimson glow it cast made her look illuminated by sin. I wanted to lick her clean.
The wind whipped Sammie’s golden sandy strands around while she smiled at me. The air was honeysuckles and tree sap while I steered down a road lined with thick trees. Sammie held my hand in hers and the sound of my heart matched the roaring whip of the summer breeze outside while we drove.
I had my entire world beside me.
“Thank you, Santana,” she purred. My dick heard the sultry sound of her voice and twitched.
“We gotta tell Pop about us. This shit is going to damn near rip us apart but…”
“We can handle it,” she said finishing my sentence.
“We can.” I gave her a sure nod and tried to figure out a way to tell Pop I was with Samira without him breaking my jaw. I brought her dainty hand up to my lips and pressed a kiss to it.
“I can’t believe I’m going to see what goes on behind the walls of Papa’s.” She sounded so excited it made me smile against my will. That was Sammie though. She always thawed the ice around me.
“It is pretty fucking cool, Sammie.”
“Is it weird that I’m getting turned on right now? The fact that I’m getting to do this with you by my side is making me really…wet.” Her pretty pink tongue darted out and wet her lips. My entire body ached with the need to dig inside of her tight wet heat.
I would once we were back home and she was in my bed where she belonged.
We pulled into the parking lot and hopped out just before Pop walked in. He looked at Sammie with a stern expression hardening his features and said, “Little girl, this is not something you romanticize. This is a fucked up way of life and it will eat you alive. Be terrified.” Then he pulled open the backdoor and led us in.
Sammie reached her hand out and grabbed mine, giving it a squeeze. I could tell Pop’s words didn’t do a motherfucking thing to deter her excitement. It may have even worked against him by making her more excited.
He still didn’t get how much of a dark curiosity that girl had. She was also stubborn as fuck and she would get what she wanted even if she stumbled along the way. Pop would learn that side of her though. He’d learn quick.
“Holy shit,” Sammie blurted once the pallet of stewed tomatoes moved to reveal the hidden door. The stone on stone sound was nothing to me now. I heard it and it signified the entrance into another world. Sammie wasn’t used to it though. She pulled her shoulders up around her ears and shut her eyes at the loud grinding noise.
“Fuck, that’s loud,” she cringed once we stepped through and the door closed behind us. “I feel like we just stepped into a damn dungeon.”
“Can you please watch your language, Sam?” Pop glowered at her while we walked through the maze of hallways to his office.
“Pop, come on now. You’re showing her the business and you can’t let her express herself a little? The girl has a mouth like a disgruntled sailor.” I laughed when I saw him fall to his leather chair and mutter something in Spanish.
“So, this is your office? Wow, Papa, this is nice. I barely even feel like I’m in a dungeon.” Sammie pressed her palms together and brought them under her chin. She looked at Pop and he sighed.
“You sound exactly like Santana. This is not a dungeon,” he corrected.
“It is so a dungeon,” Sammie chirped. Having her back there where we orchestrated intricate drug plans and takeovers was such a contrast. Sammie was bright and she brought her brilliance wherever she went. It was like lighting a flare gun in a cave.
She chased away the shadows and made everything visible. I watched her with amusement while she bounced around the office examining everything from the books on the shelves to the art on the walls.
“That’s so obviously a safe.” She pointed out the once piece of art that was a secret door to the safe in Pop’s office. “You weren’t trying to hide that, were you Papa?”
“Well, yes, mija. I was.”
“Oh…you need something less obvious. Anyone that comes in here knows where your safe is. Trust me. If you left that one and put in another that was flush with the wall or better yet, in the floor and had a remote keypad entry, you could throw people off.” She gave a nonchalant shrug then squeezed her full hips into the same chair I sat in so that we were pressed together thigh to thigh and shoulder to shoulder.
