Dora X Diego Ship Novels & Stories

“Talk.” He hesitated. “One of our captains — the Sorrenti crew out of Naples — flipped.” “To who?” Luca asked. Mateo’s jaw clenched. “We're not sure. But two of our intel are dead, and someone leaked the coordinates of our cargo ship in the Adriatic. It was hit an hour ago. Sunk.” Amara’s face didn’t change. “How many casualties?” “Ten. Including the captain.” Her silence was louder than a scream.

"But now we have to deal with what happened." Diego turned to her, and his face was full of sadness. "Mariana, I didn't choose this. But I would pick you and our kids again. "Always." The silence that followed was thick, like the calm after a storm. They knew deep down that they had changed along with the world. As Diego and Mariana tried to deal with what had happened after the battle, someone stepped out of the shadows. They thought Lucia Torres was dead, but there she was, alive and bloody, with a look in her eyes that showed she was more than just trying to stay alive.

His face had a worried expression on it, seeing that they barely made it alive from the explosion. "What the fuck was that?! Why couldn’t we reach you, Diego? That was messed up, bro, and then you set off an explosion; why the heck would you do that?" Ace roared angrily, gripping Diego’s neck. His grip tightened further, resulting in Diego’s harsh breathing. He and Camila were about to report back to the main headquarters when the heavy, disastrous explosion happened. They were lucky that they weren’t close to that mass explosion, yet he couldn’t stop himself from fearing for Laura.

, Diego whispered softly as he stared into space, his lips brushing against Noah's hair. Noah, who didn't necessarily understand exactly what Diego meant, let out a deep sigh of relief, his anxiety fading away. With quiet steps, Freya walked out of the kitchen, slightly taken aback by the exchange of affection between Diego and Noah. She approached them quietly and Diego met her gaze, his eyes conveying the gravity of the situation. Freya said nothing, certain Diego would explain everything to her later on.

Xavier said, taking Diego's left hand and once again pulling out his thumbnail when Lorenzo's voice spoke from behind. “Boss, there's been an intruder, and the madam has been taken,” Lorenzo reported, and Diego started laughing weakly as he said in a haggard voice, “It has already begun.” Xavier turned to face Diego, his eyes deadly as he questioned, “Do you want to know what happened to your wife and daughters? They are waiting for you on the other side.” With that, Xavier stretched a hand to Lorenzo, who pulled out his gun tucked behind him and handed it to Xavier, and he shot Diego on the forehead; he died instantly.

“Fire! Fire!” The panicked screams of passengers only added to the chaos on the cruise ship. Yet, none of them had actually seen the source of the fire. Diego and Liliana pushed through the crowd, trying to reach the designated evacuation point. Their subordinates worked to clear a path for them. Diego’s sharp eyes scanned the area, his heart growing heavier as he failed to spot any of his family members among the nearby passengers—except for his wife. “Has anyone evacuated the Old Madam and Alicia?” Diego asked one of his men.

Diego called from the side of a waiting boat. He didn’t smile. He knew better. One look at my face and he knew I was on edge. Dangerous. I nodded once, my eyes sweeping over my men gathered on the dock. Armed. Focused. Trusted. “How many did we lose tonight?” I asked, my voice cutting through the wind like a blade. Diego hesitated, then answered, “Half a million. Coke shipment. Gone.” I didn’t flinch. Didn’t speak. My hand rose, slow and sharp, dragging across my brow to wipe the sweat off. The movement was tense. Controlled.

Diego replies sadly, “If the Elders are a part of this, and I do believe that some of them are, then we need to proceed cautiously. Dora has friends in high places now. We may not see them coming.” I know that Diego is right, but I am suddenly overcome with sadness as I realize that my family is once again going to need to hide from danger. “We will do so, and I thank you,” my husband tells Diego, “Let me know what you find out, and what I can do to keep us safe.” ‘ “Of course, my friend,” Diego tells my husband with a sad smile, “We will work together and always, and we will never allow any harm to come to your family. This I promise you.”

She had resources, manpower, and a serious grudge against my family. "Marcus," I called out as soon as we got into the elevator. "What exactly happened to Diego Vasquez?" Marcus was quiet for a moment. "It was a job in Prague. Antonio was expanding into Eastern Europe, and Diego was his partner over there. They were supposed to take over some shipping containers from another family." "So what exactly went wrong?" "We never got the full story. All we know is that Diego was killed during a meeting that was supposed to be peaceful. Antonio always said it was the other family that betrayed them, but..."

“If we survive this, you’re going to owe me a vacation.” “Deal.” Enzo smirked. “Anywhere you want.” Their brief moment of levity was shattered when Federico burst into the study, his face pale. “Enzo, we’ve got a problem.” Federico rushed over his words, panting. “What now?” Enzo asked, immediately alert. “Diego just hit our docks. Three shipments gone, and three of our men dead.” Federico reeled out, shaken. “How did he know about the docks?” Sienna demanded, standing abruptly.