Diego Of Ice Age Novels & Stories

“Aiden, water board this miserable bastard.” After another hour of torture, Diego is barely holding on. He looks like a shell of what he used to be. He’s unrecognizable. I don’t give a fuck though. I plan to finish him off and the time has now come. I unstrap his arms and step back.

And Dantley stared at the helpless body for a moment and then walked away, leaving a battered Diego behind. Young Master Marteen aka Dantley Swiftclaw the Alpha thought Diego would give up. But instead of giving up, Diego clenched his fists even more, even though he was lying on the sand on the beach he still thought that he would take Erlyn away. Unfortunately, Diego's cell phone was destroyed by Dantley on the spot and thrown into the ocean.

His movements were economical as he placed the documents on the polished surface and gestured for me to sit beside him. Close. Too close. Near enough that I could see the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw, despite the late hour. Near enough to notice that his eyes weren't simply blue-gray but had flecks of something darker around the pupils. Near enough to realize that the severe, untouchable Killian Vale was, in fact, human after all. His cologne hit me first—clean and expensive. Not overpowering, just a subtle note of cedar and something else I couldn't identify. Then the quiet sound of paper sliding across the table.

She had never experienced such a thing in her life. When he took her breast into his mouth, she moaned long and loud. “Oh My goodness,” she cried as he continued to lay waste to her senses. By the time they were both fully naked in bed, all her protests had been swept under a rug of aching desire. She stared at his body in awe, admiring the muscled shoulders, arms, pecs, and rows of abs on his stomach. Diego was a work of art and he was looking at her like she was water and he was a very thirsty man.

His smile turned feral. "Oh, you don't just hate me, do you?" he purred, the sound a low, possessive growl. "You want me. That's why you fought me so hard on the ice. You're a Omega in heat, fighting your own nature." "That's not true," I lied, my voice shaking.

Diego lowered his gun slowly, rain streaming down his face like tears he refused to shed. Grant slumped against the rocks, clutching his bleeding shoulder and cursing through gritted teeth. Elara's breath came in short bursts as she stared at the man who had just saved them. Diego. The quiet driver who had ferried them between safe houses for weeks. The one who barely spoke but always showed up. Now he stood revealed, eyes hard with secrets that ran deeper than the ocean crashing below.

Why was he trying to clear the atmosphere of it like it was nothing? I get it. He's just in it too. He's probably just running a couple of illegal businesses with his brother. " So tell me about your life before you got here. " He says again while we've resumed walking. " I can't just start telling you about my life. I don't even know you. " He throws his face upwards to the side and I catch a pull at the side if his lips. I could call it a smile followed by a sharp chick of his tongue. " Like I already told you. I'm Diego and the third son of the Enrichos. "

"Diego might be a klutz but he is clearly not stupid. He would’ve handed the evidence to someone else as insurance. If Matteo kills him, that person releases it. It’s a smart move." "Who would Diego trust enough for that? A close friend? A colleague?" "Did he ever mention family?" Kael scratched his chin. "His resume said he was an orphan. Background checks confirmed his entire family died in a crash—he was the sole survivor." "Then maybe a close friend? Or distant family?" "I’ll look into it." Kael replied. "Good. Also, send Michael to my lair. Tell him to bring the records of last year’s cocaine shipment from Colombia."

My blood ran cold. Because I knew that sound. Diego hadn’t calmed. He hadn’t found control. He was back as his human self, barely controlled. And this time, the monster wasn’t running away.

Was the boy trying to scare me? I pulled onto the emergency lane, then took a deep breath and rubbed my belly. "Son, did your memories get scrambled during your reincarnation? We live in the twenty-first century now. We have heated floors at home, and we didn't need hunting rifles for food a long time ago." 'Who said his memory's scrambled? Just do what he said! In our last life, when the extreme cold hit, the whole world was thrown into another ice age. The people who froze to death turned into zombies! My brother and I died when the zombies bit into our necks!'