Callaway Golf Clubs Diablo Novels & Stories

Sienna: “Marcus, it has been a while since you’ve paid us a visit. I am curious about the reason,” Diablo asked, raising an eyebrow at the cartel. The man kept his eyes on me, and though I tried avoiding his gaze, I understood that the reason behind Maria’s satisfaction was a search that she made. The girl knew exactly who she was inviting over, and considering that Diablo wasn’t aware, it was her who made the call.

he hissed when the call connected. “Of course not, I haven’t even arrived yet and the men called me that there is a shootout going on. What happened?” A man’s voice asked from the other side. “I can’t find her.” “What? That’s not possible, how could you have…” the man was saying when the call disconnected. Diablo ran his hands through his hair one more time, fuck, this was the first time he was failing in his delivery and he was not ready to let that ruin his reputation. By all means, he would find her, wherever she may be, he thought as he started searching through every private room in the club, calling her name in the process but all to no avail.

Vic says as he raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip. “Three blades strapped to my thing and a small hand gun to my other thigh” I tell him doing the same and taking a sip of my wine. As we go finish speaking the chef personally comes out with our plates. “Count four Cartel, spider tattoos, Diabla will be heading your way in twenty” he bows his head and smiles. Then he laughs and jokes while making a show of explaining our meals to us. I had expected a night out with my husband to be but in this world I guess that wishful thinking.

I leave with Stephens for the forty-five minute trip into Houston and Club El Diablo. Monroe keeps a suite at the exclusive El Diablo Hotel, and I stop there briefly before entering the club, which is located on the premises of the hotel. The lights, smells, and music bring me fully into my kink headspace. I've visited private clubs around the country, but no matter the attractions each has, El Diablo is my favorite. The sight of the beautiful carousel makes me smile and brings back the memory of the last punishment I gave Sara before she met her husband. It was a spanking with the flat of my hand but it was more than satisfying.