Page 39 of Nocturnal Sins
Pop opened his mouth to protest Sammie’s suggestion until he realized it was actually a good one. “Put a safe in the ground?” He mused stroking his chin.
“Yeah. You can’t be this obvious, Papa.”
“There’s nothing in the safe besides my pagers.” He opened it to show her and she peered inside with the wonderment of a child. It was cute as hell to watch her get excited over something most people would be scared of. “I like your idea but understand this, I’m not incompetent. I’ve gotten as far as I have because I know people. Not interior design. I know for a fact that no matter what kind of safe you have, you can’t trust anyone to be around it.”
From Pop’s office, the stone on stone sound made everyone fall silent. The men were arriving for our meeting. Samira’s bright green eyes lit up until Dom came through the door of Pop’s office.
I bristled immediately, standing to my feet. Sammie tugged on my hand but I slid from her grasp. When Dom looked around me and saw Sammie, a smile slithered across his face.
“Well, well, well, look at who’s here.” Dom took a few steps then realized I was blocking him from Sammie.
“She’s taking it all in. Don’t get too excited. She’s not joining the ranks or anything,” I told him, my arms folded across my chest.
“Well, such a gorgeous girl shouldn’t be back here where men do unforgivable things. Where men aren’t afraid to kill.” His words were meant to strike fear into me but they didn’t do anything but set fire to everything I’d thought or felt toward him my entire life.
“Dom, can you check to see who else is coming? We got a shipment of molly and I need all the soldiers pushing on campuses to be front and center.” Pop yanked Dom’s attention away from Sammie but only briefly. He nodded over his shoulder then looked at Sam again.
“Good to see you again, gorgeous.” He winked at her and she flashed a weak and phony smile his way.
The moment he was out of the office, rage exploded from my chest filling up the area. “Pop, I know that’s your best friend and all but I don’t like the way he looks at Sammie. If I see him doing that shit again, I’m going to bash his face in.”
“Woah, woah, Santana, calm down.” Pop chuckled and stood, pressing his hands into the desk. “You think Dom, of all people, is being inappropriate with Sam?”
“I don’t think. I know. He was at the house earlier and he couldn’t stop hugging her and staring at her. It was fucking inappropriate,” I snapped. I felt Sammie’s gentle touch on my back and I relaxed a little.
“He hasn’t seen her in a while so maybe…” I cut Pop off, slicing my hand through the air.
“Fuck that. I know what I saw.”
“He’s not being crazy, Papa. Uncle Dom was being touchy this afternoon. He stayed there talking to me and staring at me for hours. I had Erin over and we couldn’t even practice because he wouldn’t let me out of his sight.
Plus, he hugged me for way too long and touched me too many times. I know what it feels like when men are being handsy.”
Pop looked from me to Sammie, a frown clouded his features like a rolling storm. “You two serious about this shit?” He asked, no longer amused.
“Very,” we said in unison. Tension stretched from my shoulders down my back.
“I’ll talk to him,” Pop responded. His words were tight and full of irritation. When it came to Sammie, he was like me. There was no room for another chance at fucking up.
“Watch him around her,” I said. “Don’t let him know you’re pissed. Just watch him.” Pop gave me a silent nod then put his arm around Sammie, pulling her close.
“You know I’m here to protect you. All you have to do is point out someone that made you feel uncomfortable and I will murder them.” He kissed her temple and she gave him a smile.
“I know, Papa. Even before I knew who you really were, I knew that.” We moved into the meeting room and Dom’s eyes slid over to Sammie. He traced her legs then moved up to her tits. He lingered there so long that Pop had to pull him in another direction to do something else. Sammie pulled up a chair and crossed her legs when she sat down. She motioned to the space beside her and I pulled up another folding chair to sit down.
“He’s so fucking creepy. I don’t like that,” Sammie whispered in my ear. Protectively, I placed a hand on her thigh and squeezed.
“I know.”
“Santana, don’t fly off the handle,” she warned.
“I’m not. I just don’t like the fact that he can’t control himself around you. It’s one thing to think you’re sexy as fuck because…” I let my eyes take a trip along her curves and she blushed because of it. “What’s bothering me is the fact that he’s clearly unhinged.”
“What? What does that even mean? God, I feel like I’m out of my league.”
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll tell you when we get home.” I needed to talk to Pop about it as well.
Off an on during the entire meeting, Dom shifted his eyes to Sammie whenever he thought Pop wasn’t looking. When I had the floor to talk about how the molly should be rolled out and which campuses would be more likely to go for it, Dom pretended to look at me. However, Sammie was right beside me so I knew who he was really paying attention to.
