Sweet Girl (BWWM)

Chapter Twenty-One

Not edited, excuse terrible grammaratic errors and misspelling.

Luci+Iyesha+Santo??? Hehehe

THIRD PERSON

*Mention of sexual assault, abuse, and traumatic flashbacks.*

"Iyesha, are you that naive?"
Is that Santo wanted to ask as he stared down at the woman with the big brown eyes that could make him move mountains and commit 1000 sins 10 fold.

"You think he really wants to be with you? He may have a childish crush on you, he may want to fuck you— but he has no idea how to commit, how to love, how to truly care."
Santo grabbed her hands from infront of her.

"Yes— I hurt you, and I will never forgive myself so allowing me to do that to you. But if you really want to know hurt, choose him— but I refuse to let him have you. For as long as I live, he'll never be able to plant his lips on your again or touch what belongs to me."

Iyesha stayed quiet, she was still stuck. Her silence made him grab her jaw forcefully, his eyes darkening with possessiveness.

"You must not understand, once my eyes landed on you, one my lips touched yours, once I held you in my arms, once I had you moaning my name as I filled you to the brim with my cum— you were my mine."
His lips were so close to her ear, his warm breathe fanned against her ear, her thighs involuntarily clenching at his words.

"Okay, Santo."
She spoke weakly.

"Okay?"
The cool air nipped at Iyesha's skin as they stood outside of Luciano's home.

"So when we walk into this house, you'll go grab whatever is yours in the 10 minutes you have to get back into that truck."
He spoke with so much demand, dominance, authority that Iyesha didn't even have a snarky respond like she usually does.

He watched her nod without a blink of an eye. He grabbed her hand and pulled her with him into the home. The sound of men laughing erupted from the living room, the Genovese men where right here Iyesha and Santo left them when he came and unexpectedly yanked her from her conversation with Luci.

"Ahh! There he is."
Everyone present bowed to Santo respectfully, well all expect Luciano. His eyes drifted to Iyesha and Santo's intertwined hands and the angered look in his cousin's eyes, he could already feel the heat radiating off of Santo's body.

"Your time starts now, baby."
He leaned down to whisper in her ear as he tapped her butt causing Iyesha to quickly make her way to the room she had been staying in.

"Luciano, we need to talk."
The venom that laced their Don's voice was something that made his foot soldiers stiffen in fear.

Luciano excused himself, the silence was so loud, the tension was suffocating.
The two men exited the main corridor and made their way to Luciano's office.

Once the two were inside Santo wasted no time shutting the door behind them with a slam.
"You are out of your God given mind of you really believe I would share my tesoro with you. You touched what is mine, what belongs to me!
And you have crossed the line Luciano— I should cut your fucking hands off."
His voice boomed so loud that it shook the whole room.

"I was only there in her time of need. When you treated her like shit, I was the one to make her smile and laugh. All I'm doing is being the man your are supposed to be."
Luciano shrugged, his feelings for Iyesha were set in stone— but he knew his cousin, his cousin didn't share. It was an awfully dumb idea of him to even suggest it in the first place.

Luciano might not have been the sane one when it came to their lifestyle, but Santo definitely wasn't sane with it came to anything that he had claimed. He was possessive, jealous, unhinged.