Page 80 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Samira
UNKNOWN: God, I can’t wait to tie you up and fuck you. I bet those little screams of yours are sexy as fuck.
I rolled my eyes at my newest creepy text and showed Santana. He glowered at the screen then took it from my hand. “What the fuck is his goddamn problem?”
“He’s clearly a sicko.” I twirled my ponytail around my fingers and groaned. I was tired of the back and forth with the unknown number. After realizing that it wasn’t Erin or Brady, I was ready to call Dom out on his shit.
I took the phone back from Santana and he frowned at me. “What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m calling him out. I’m tired of this shit.” My fingers flew fervently over the keyboard before Santana gripped my wrist in his strong hand.
“Samira, do you know how dangerous that is? Taking out someone like Dom requires serious planning. If you call him out, I’m going to have to kill him immediately because he’s going to do something stupid. Pop isn’t ready for me to do that yet so chill.”
He had a point but I was tired of the games. I was sick of Dom thinking he could intimidate and scare me behind the guise of anonymity. “Then I’ll text Papa and let him know,” I said defiantly. I switched to Papa’s name on my phone and forwarded him the text I’d just gotten then asked if I could call Dom out for being a fucking creep.
Papa: Samira, I love you and I know you’re getting the hang of things in this business so be careful with how you handle things if you’re not ready for the consequences. I’ll let you make that call, Princess. I love you.
Me: I love you too, Papa. Thank you.
“I’m calling him out,” I said, lifting my eyes to Santana’s.
“Sammie,” he growled. I didn’t care. Papa trusted my judgment and I was tired of pretending to be clueless. It was burning me up inside that Dom thought he could talk to me any kind of way.
“What, Santana? Papa said I need to start making my own decisions. I’m tired of these fucking texts.” We had a stare-off in the middle of the kitchen and finally, Santana gave in like he usually did.
“I’m going to have to blow this asshole’s head off to protect you,” he grumbled. I ignored his fussing and started typing a message to Dom.
Me: Since you want me so bad, why don’t you tell me who you are?
UNKNOWN: I like the element of surprise. You’ll know who I am when I’m ready to take you.
Me: Take me? Who says I’m going to let you take me? My father and fiancé wouldn’t like that very much.
UNKNOWN: Fiance? Sam, why do you want to break my heart? I don’t like when you lie so stop it.
Me: I’m not lying.
I sent him a picture of my emerald engagement ring just for kicks. I wanted to twist the sick knife deeper into his chest.
UNKNOWN: Well, now I’m going to have to hurt you a little bit before I fuck you. You know you belong to me. It’s okay though. The taste of blood makes my dick hard.
Me: You know, I don’t think Papa would like the way you’re trying to scare me, Dom.
The jumping three dots started then stopped several times before they stopped for good. He never sent a reply. “Fuck. I knew it was him,” Santana said over my shoulder. “Let’s go drop this package off then I’m going to Pop’s and we’re figuring this shit out now. Dom needs to go ASAP.” Nerves prickled my skin but I followed Santana out to his truck and hopped in the passenger side.
I felt honored knowing he would do anything in his power to make sure that I was safe. The more I gave in to my dark side, the more I realized that I had no problem making sure he was safe too. I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt him or take him away from me.
The thought was strange at first. Then it blossomed in my mind like a dark flower with twisted roots.
Something about the darkest sins drew me in. From falling in love with my stepbrother to wanting to immerse myself in the underground drug operation my father ran. Hell, even killing to protect the ones I loved was enticing. It was new and exciting and for once I was a part of a world where I didn’t need a mask.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s go drop this off and head over to see Pop. He doesn’t need to be in there alone working anyway.” I loved the way Santana loved Papa. He wasn’t a guy who had a lot of soft spots but I was one and Papa was one.
Their relationship made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
I smiled at Santana when he opened my car door and held his hand out for mine. “You’re such a gentleman,” I smiled.
