Santiago's POV continues
“Santiago!” Rachael gasps, her outburst drawing more attention to the table.
“No babe, I agree with him. Sir, I'll marry her first then bring her home, to my house when I buy one, she deserves the best.”
“I like him,” I grin, turning to Rachael.
I honestly do like the kid, how scared he is of me is another reason I like him but I like him because I think she'll be okay with him, she's safe with him. “Order for me, I'll be back in a few minutes.” I tell her, using my hand on her mate's shoulder to stand, the sound of a bone cracking audible when I press hard on it.
I know he'll treat her right, but just in case he doesn't, that bone cracking gave him an idea on exactly what I'll do to him if he ever makes her cry.
“Where are you going?” Rachael frowns, peering up at me.
“To the men's room, why do you want me to take Santonio with me?”
“Anthony,” she bites out.
My lips curve into a grin as I turn, my feet carrying me away from the table. I think I'll continue to screw up his name just to provoke a reaction out of my sister. My hand reaches into my pocket as I walk away, emerging with my phone. I swipe it open, immediately typing a message to Adrian to update him on the situation, ignoring his texts about Nicholson when I open our chat. I sneeze, there's that scent again, a sweet scent that I can't place with a memory just yet. But I know it, I've smelled it close, and the further I walk in the direction of the bathrooms the stronger it gets.
The scent is killing me, it's awakening something inside me I didn't know existed, the beat in my chest rises but I don't lose focus on the message I'm writing to Adrian. The more I try to dismiss the scent, the stronger it gets and more chills it fills me with. It's not until I hear Ryker howl in excitement that I discern what's going on, what that scent is, where it's from, and why my body reacted to it like it did.
She's here, she's really here. Pressing send on the unfinished text, my hand slides the phone back into my pocket where it took it from. My feet move with purpose, running in search of that scent, in search of her. My left is where the scent is stronger and so, I go that way. Running into two women who also seem to have been running and giggling, several keys dropped to the floor when I collided with one of them.
My hand rushly reaches for the keys, “I am so sorry, her...” I pause, all words lost when I meet the gaze of an angel.
I blink, she's here, I'm not imagining her, I'm sober as hell and I can see her now.
Staring at me with that fiery gaze, her lips twitching. It's her, I'm not dreaming, my baby love is right here, in midnight Saints, so close to me I could touch her, but I don't, I stand still, praying the beat of my heart is only that audible in my ears.
“Oh no,” she snarls, her hand snatching the keys from me. The light brush of our fingers makes my blood run hot. “Now what the fuck is your problem, if you can't see then get some fucking glass-”
“Smiley,” the other woman cuts her off. “Come on, let's go.”
She doesn't respond, she shakes her head, turning to me with a frantic expression which falls when our eyes lock, time stops for a second, my gaze staring deep into hers, as if searching for her soul.
She has those blank eyes, unreadable like Tiana, Camilla's friend and I is desperately want to read the. Her gaze is like a foreign language, one that I can't speak but will give my life to learn about right now. My hand reaches out to her, but tanks on plain air, I shake my head, only to be faced with her standing about fifteen feet away with the other girls and a few other people, her gaze still locked onto mine.
One of the men she is with seems to be yelling at her but she doesn't respond to him, instead the other girl she was with is something out of turn to him. I wonder if she too, like me, can't hear anything around me. It's all faded to nothing but my heartbeat racing in my chest as well as my heavy breathing. I feel like I've been running for hours.
The same man one yelling at her comes to her side, slanting his head with his hand waving in her face. She's quick to slap his hand away and deliver a punch right on his nose, her hands pushing at his chest and then, she disappears into the hallway. Only then do I recollect myself as well as my senses.
“Fuck Santiago,” I curse underneath my breath. My hand wiping my face real quick.
Using the newly found strength to run after her, the one I didn't have a second ago but, I'm out of luck, my baby love is nowhere to be seen. My one functioning brain cell at this point is working overtime, approaching the man she punched. I reach into my pocket for a handkerchief.
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, offering it to him. Having the decency to be kind before I use him to fulfil my own endeavour.
“Thanks,” he retorts, standing straight upright. I stand a foot taller above him.
“No sweat, that girl,” I gestured to the direction she left. “Do you know her?”
“Who, Smiley?” The girl beside him asks, I nod in response and she nods too. “He does, she's his crazy ass spoiled cousin, did she do something?...”
Cousin? They're family, he probably lives with her, he knows her.
“She didn't do anything, I simply wanted to talk to her.” I informed her. A lie, she did something, their Smiley and my baby love did something unheard of in Midnight Saints, she stole the Beta's heart.
The girl giggles, “To be honest, you don't stand a chance with Miss world, she's too good for everyone but herself, and that minion of hers.”
My baby loves's cousin sniffs, looking down at the girl. “Shut up don't you know who you're blabbing to?,” he asks her, his gaze turning to me. “Sorry Beta, Smiley is in town for some family matter, my girlfriend is having a pool party tomorrow you should come, Smiley will be there.”
“Of course, where is it?”
“Fanerin, we rented it for the entire weekend.” he says, holding the nosebleed up. She seems to have done a number on her cousin, his nose must be broken judging by the excessive bleeding.
“Thanks, I'll see you tomorrow then...” I pause, waiting to recollect his name but he never told me.
“Raymond,” he sniffs instantly. “And this is my girlfriend Tara and I'm so honored to meet you Beta, I'm a huge fan.”
“Nice meeting you too Raymond,” I grin. “Sorry about the whole...” I trail off, my hand gesturing to my nose.
Raymond laughs, “No worries, Smiley is a little unruly, always has been.” he says, shrugging like it's not a rare occurrence between him and his cousin.
I nod, making a mental note, "Don't get punched by baby love."
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