xii. santos

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||CHAPTER TWELVE||
'SANTOS'

Once Nick had cleaned most of the blood off his face, the two of us walked backed to the house to find Clay and Jeremy

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Once Nick had cleaned most of the blood off his face, the two of us walked backed to the house to find Clay and Jeremy. I pulled on Nick's hand when I noticed Clay and Jeremy talking to the sheriff. I nodded my head towards the house, indicating we needed to talk.

The three of us stand in the hall of the house. Clay has a look of confusion, he was obviously looking for Elena.

 Clay has a look of confusion, he was obviously looking for Elena

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"Where's Elena?" Clay demands.

"She's moving the body." Nick assures.

"Body?" Clay asks, even more confused.

"Yeah he's dead but Elena's on it." Nick tells him.

"We should be out there." Clay growls.

I was about to reply but I was rudely interrupted by the door opening. Jeremy walked in and the one and only Daniel Santos followed.

"It's been a while since a santos set a foot in this house." Jeremy reminds him.

"Yes. Does my brother's blood still stain the carpet?" Santos asks as he looked around our home.

"That was a long time ago. I hope you're beyond that." Jeremy questions, hesitant to trust Santos.

"He got what he deserved. You don't come at the Alpha without anticipating payback." Santos tells him while the two walk towards us.

"Full house. Though, I was hoping to see Elena as well. Love to show her how my ear has healed since she, uh, took a bite." Santos brings up the a story from the past.

"You lunged at her." Clay growls, walking closer to Santos in a defensive manner.

"The two of you showed up unannounced in my hotel room. The lights were out. Thought she was the hooker I ordered." Santos laughs, edging Clay on.

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