Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 57 - She Who Walked In

*Emman's POV*

"I took the picture because he seems suspicious like harmful persons," I said and my father nodded but looked at something at a far distance.

"We'll discuss this back to New York. You will go home, I presume?" Dad asks Emily and I nod for her. Her absence of mind was troubling.

He does this every time we catch something like this. And I'm always the one who catches something. Even though my peripheral visions. I just tend to observe people when I'm doing nothing.

Back at home, Emily and I paid a visit up to my room and deposited my sugary treats, as well as our beverages, before returning downstairs to talk with the family.

We have a dedicated conference space for our family that is equipped and soundproof. My parents like it to remain that way. They seem to have a thing for action movies, and I suppose I do as well.

We're all sat in the conference room, which is normally used for professional or organizational reasons, but we do get to use it because it's a family function.

Emily and I are sitting next to each other, while Peter sat across the table from us, next to Kiki.

My parents were ugly, especially in public. They were all for reputation yet they never seem to uphold their whenever in the presence of the other. We knew this since we were children. But we had learned to accept them the way they were. Me more than Emily. She had her tendencies. But they would do anything to protect both of us, they love us and care for us, and sometimes.

Mom and Aunt Moira sat together while dad and Uncle Maurice sat across each other since both of them are the head of the family.

"So what's this I've heard about that you, Emery, Emman took a picture of the guys you met just outside now." Aunt Moira, Emery's mom, whispers.

I bow my head, silently ashamed for getting her in trouble. In her defense, the guys looked more like children than anything else.

"Come on, Maurice, do start the dinner and leave everything else for later." Grandpappy Jack shouted from the other end of the table, impatient.

"You absolute f*****g moron." I hear Uncle Maurice whisper to dad.

"Shut up, Maurice," Dad whispers back. They were seated at least two seats over but their voices were very audible. I could see mom across the table, shaking her head in humiliation.

"Maurice, do you want to just have a f*****g fight with your brother?" was Grandpappy Jack's response to the quarreling duo. We remained shocked in silence and dad and Maurice bowed their heads in embarrassment.

"Pappy, you know we're just fooling around," Dad laughs sheepishly. "This guy can't hurt me even if his life depended on it."

Uncle Maurice's answer would be, "Whoever told you that was surely lying." He was without a doubt the most direct of the group.

"Or he's attempting to get in your pants for God knows what reason," Grandpappy Jack scoffs as he sits down to eat alone. He was in his late eighties or early nineties. But he didn't let time get the best of him. He was a fantastic driver for his age, but what set him apart from the rest was the fact that he had served in the military before being coerced into working for Queen. A sharpshooter, and a very skilled one at that.

A person enters the dining hall shortly after the exclusive meal has begun.

"Well, who are you?"

"I'm Santi. Santi Grahams," She muttered before I could even turn my head around to see, still, in the golden dress that she had changed into at the auction which never really happened, barefoot since heels could pose a bit of a problem in a workshop. Her bag was strapped over her shoulder so she could change in the bathroom before starting work on the cars.

"It's good to see that my absence didn't cause any of you any concern," Santi said as she came in, drawing everyone's gaze to her.

"Worry us?" Peter said, incoherently but loudly, shrugging his shoulders. "You were in bars, no one would harm you because of your relationship to Queen, so there will be nothing to worry about."

Emman stood up to greet Santi and answered, "That's a fairly confident assumption."

"So, you've been in contact with that girl?" Peter scoffs at Emman's question, and he nods.

She said, "You shouldn't be far off." "After all, your drug record, like your speech, is as nonsensical as your speech," she says, gesturing towards my father, which enrages me. The room fell silent in astonishment when that name was mentioned. They were all aware of who he was, what he did, and the fact that he had put her in danger.