Diego De Vil Novels & Stories

Diego: “Be ready in ten. Wear something you don’t mind ditching.” Alex’s fingers tightened around the device. Diego Vega was many things—loyal, ruthless when needed, and dangerously clever. Born in the rough streets of East Borough, Diego had clawed his way into the Morano fold with a mix of raw instinct and brutal efficiency. Though he bore no Morano blood, he’d earned his place as one of the most trusted men in the organization—and Alex’s only true friend in the world. At 6:05 AM sharp, the door creaked open again. This time, Diego entered dressed like a mechanic, complete with grease-streaked coveralls and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

Alessandro and Draco stood there baffled at their childish wife and girlfriend behaviour. They looked at each other and shook hands with no expression on their face. "Hello, I am Draco Blackwood. Welcome to my home." "Hello, Alessandro Williams. Thank you." Sabrina wasn't surprised at his fake surname. He use this surname "Williams" in business world. One of many reasons people recognise him as the CEO and not as "Alessandro Kingston" the mafia leader of California. "Hello, I am Lily Harrison." Lily said as he shook hand with Alessandro. Alessandro passed her the bouquet and she smiled delightfully.

When his sapphire cat-like eyes meet mine, I fidget uncomfortably. He grips the armrest tighter and forces a smile. “ Samantha, clear your thoughts,” He orders through gritted teeth, and I blush hard. How did he know my mind was in the gutter? “ My thoughts are clear!” I quickly defend myself. “ Okay, little liar,” Santino replies, sounding irritated. While Maximo on the other hand only chuckles and his chest moves at the action grabbing my attention once more. “ Where is Diego? I am sick and tired of waiting. I am his fucking boss, and he dares to make me wait?” Maximo asks, his tone a deeper and sharper.

In a wheelchair. Though they both looked different, they just shared the same dark grey eyes, their faces screamed of the same exhaustion. Tired eyes, wrinkled shirts, and messy hair... It looked like none of them rested for a bit last night. "Apologies, Mr. Alejandro Rowland. She is exhausted," Valentina whispered. Mr. Alejandro Rowalnd... Diego's grandfather? "I understand," He hummed. Diego took long strides towards me. My heart picked up its pace with his steps inching towards me and my breath became heavy.

Diego straightened his suit jacket, then bent forward in a formal bow. “Respected Elders… I am Briella’s husband. My name is Diego Elsher.” ***

I nodded, recalling Diana’s vivacious personality. Diana Rivera-Scott was a force of nature. When she and her husband, Ryan, weren’t running luxurious resorts in Florida, Italy, and Singapore, they were jet-setting across the globe. Ryan also owned the busiest, most extravagant hotel in Africa. Their son, Blake, was practically royalty, with a future paved in gold.

"That's enough, Diego. You're talking more and more nonsense the longer you talk. Should I ask Victor to kick you out of that hotel?" Julian asked. "Hah! Are you threatening me? Do you have the ability to do that?" Diego replied, and Julian nodded. "What right do you have, you loudmouth!" cursed Diego. And Julian looked indifferent. "Hah! Who the hell are you, hobo?" "Me? If I told you I was Dante Vascos, would you believe me?" Diego was silent for a moment, but soon he was laughing again.

Yes, she heard him call Colton's name even if the rest was noise. How would he deceive a smart woman? Veronica's senses were sharp. She could easily tell what was off. Combing through his hair with his fingers, Ethan sighed in defeat. "You remember Dante Guillermo?" Veronica froze. Quickly fixing her composure before he noticed, she cleared her throat and answered, "yeah?" "We dug up information on his son." "Son?" She followed up with a whisper. The fast pace of her racing heart tripled. "Diego Guillermo. No prison records but he's feared and respected in the underworld. Colton just found out that he flew into the country three days ago."

,he replied casually. I blinked,"ho-" "We had some issues earlier... keep the names going ",I was honestly shocked because as of the time I knew him as someone hard to kill. I mentioned a couple of other people that I could remember and I'm shocked to say that Diego had killed these people already.... these people I knew as fearless and untouchable. "Adianta Tomora, Gilbert Orono and then Mario, those are the ones I can remember ",he nodded as if memorizing their names.

I cried hard as I reached the engraved letters of his name. Rogelio Villafuerte. Born: July 18, 1924, Died: December 10, 1988. "Viviana, let's go home. You need to rest, we have school tomorrow." even though I didn't look to see who was speaking, I knew it was Peter. He seems as mourning as I am. He also saw my father as his father since we grew up practically in the same neighborhood and environment. "You go first, I need to be alone." I replied weakly, while observing my father's tombstone as if it had the power to take a human form.