Thirty years ago is when Santiago’s club started. Adam Santiago aka the boss began to take care of every homeless child he had seen back then. He was more of a father to them.

He had a small house where he raised his children. It was a great challenge for him to bring up more than 20 child at the same time.. by his own self.

Unlike good fathers, he taught his children the finest ways to rob, kill, steal, lie, and torture. They were already homeless and absorbed everything from him as a sponge. They listened to him among all these years. They were the best choice to get rid of anybody you want to, but of course with $$$$$$ and it helped them to be filthy rich too.

As they grew up, the boss bought a vila from their own money. Everyone has his own room and privacy. They love and protect each other.

Carlos POV

I woke up at 9 am as usual, took a shower and put on clean clothes. Yesterday was a mess when I got ordered to kill somebody, he was a tough one and I ended up being hit with a baseball bat before finishing him. I am glad it wasn’t serious.

I went outside the hall to check on my girlfriend, she must be still sleeping.

On my way I heard sounds coming from Brandon’s room. “P-please c-come back.. d-dont leave me alone Keith, don’t…”

It must be sleeping Brandon.. he is still dreaming of his dead boyfriend… I feel sorry for him, keith was one of us and they had long time relationship, they were a match made in heaven.

*carlos checks if Brandon left the key under his door mat* “He never quits this bad habit” says Carlos as he finds the key and opens the door.

Brandon is my best friend and brother, we have been here since day one. I do my best to protect him, he is always quiet after what happened and as they said he is one of the best men here, great mind and skills. He may seem defenseless and weak because of his appearance, but they say don’t judge a book by its cover.

As I was getting in, I found him shivering and sweating.

“Brandon!… Brandon wake up..” I pat his shoulder.

Brandon’s voice was getting loud, it wasn’t clear.

“Brandon wake up, it is a dream! Wake up man you are good!” Said Carlos as he got closer and started to shake Brandon right and left, back and forth.

Brandon startled and tried to push me away, I tried to stop him “Brandon you are safe..”.

I lost my balance and I fell on top of him. “Ahh aw I am sorry” I said.

I opened my eyes and I was right in front of Brandon’s face and my arm was around his waist.

He looked so beautiful with his messy black hair and sleepy grey eyes.

“C-carlos?..” said Brandon.

“I-I am sorry.. I have just los….” My mind went blank as his breath was crashing against my cheeks and lips.

What should I do…

Brandon

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(Thank you for reading, let me know if I should continue ❤️ )

Brandon’s POV

“Carlos?!” I jumped from his place and sat up. “I am sorry I had a good sleep.” I scratched my neck in embarrassment.

“Ehhh… it’s okay, it is not the first time Brandon.” Said Carlos while standing up. “Wanna grab some coffee?” He asked me.

I nodded and smiled. I got up and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and used my mouthwash, washed my face, and brushed my hair.

It has been a while since we had coffee together, lately we have been sent to missions and he always goes with his girlfriend, Amelia. Heh she is really a pain in the ass…

We have been friends since day one, we were raised together, he was always protecting me back and then. Carlos also stood with me with me when the love of my life passed away between my arms…

“Alex…” I leaned against the wall, my eyes were already in tears.

“Brandon can you get your *** here? It has been 10 minutes. I will open the door!” Said Carlos.

I wiped my tears and washed my face again, got dressed in oversized white shirt, blue slim fit jeans, and black sneakers.

“I am ready..” I got out and sprayed some perfume. In the meanwhile we overheard loud noise from outside, two girls were fighting.

We opened the door and in the hall there was Amelia and Rita, fighting as always. And yes there are non identical twins. Carlos went as always to solve the problem. “Does it mean they will company us too..” I whispered to myself.

Carlos waved to me and invited me in, we all went to the cafeteria. The cafeteria or the dinning room, is the largest place in the mansion. There are many tables and chairs. It feels like you are in a cafeteria or a restaurant.

We all sat together. I ordered black coffee without sugar, I love the strong and intense feeling of caffeine. We were all silent when Amelia broke the silence and said “Brandon, when will you have a beloved one? It has been over 10 years.”

That bitch…

My eyes quickly were at Carlos. “Amelia what the hell?” He whispered to her.

“What’s wrong Carlos? Our Brandon has to find his love, I can imagine Brandon’s taste in women…short, curvy and thick, long hair, and emmm with glasses?” She giggled as she was discribing herself and making fun.

“You are already 33 after all what have you been waiting for?”

“Amelia quit it.” Carlos said and poked her arm.

“She is right Carlos, Brandon must find his true love.” Her sister Rita said and crossed her legs.

I was really at my limits and I looked down.

“Brandon have you ever used your sexy escort service?!” Rita said patting on my thigh.

(Santiago’s escort service are a group of girls devote themselves to give the members of family pleasure and sex time.)

“I am not into short term relationships and it is disgusting to me.” I said and brushed her hand away.

My coffee got cold as I rarely sipped on it, I took it as an excuse to replace it. It was really crowded and I couldn’t move well. Few moments later I was bumped into a stranger.

I fell down while he was standing and my coffee covered his shirt. “Oh my god! I am so sorry!! I was pushed by someone, I am really so sorry!” suddenly everyone was looking.

The stranger got on his knees while I was keeping my eyes closed. I was ready to get punched.

“What’s that crowd?” Said Amelia to Carlos.

“I don’t know… B-Brandon…” Said Carlos quickly getting up and shouting at everyone to stay back.

I could hear Carlos’s voice among these giggles.

The stranger brushed his fingers against my hair, caressed, and patted me then I slightly opened my eyes to see a tall slim man with black jeans, leather jacket, and boots is walking past me with his hands in his pockets. “Who is that…”