Page 70 of Nocturnal Sins
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.
