Novel & Cerita Go Diego Go Show

"Diego said if I don't help him, he will tell Dad about it. He will inform Dad that it was me who planned the attack." "Diego…" she cursed the name and sighed before giving a disappointed glare to her brother. "What else?" She asked, seeing the hesitation in his eyes. "I know where he is at this moment." Aria sharpened her gaze. "Where?" "Ottawa, Canada. He is going there next week. Monday basically. He asked for my help with money and some other stuff. Ten million cash or he is going to tell Dad about it. And you know how dad will react to the news, just like you Dad never liked my newfound friendship with Diego."

*Touch Me* Diego sped off after learning Kenny's location. Fortunately, the hotel he was staying at wasn't far from Kenny's location. In fact, Diego didn't want to wait for Jovan and chose to drive himself in his panic. Jovan immediately followed Diego with a friend. "I'm coming in!" Diego shouted to Kenny's men in front of the VIP room. "Sorry, sir. You can't come in." "I didn't ask for permission, but I forced it," Diego growled, before he immediately threw his fist at Kenny's men.

"You're the ones who killed my son! Give him back to me…" Dad buried his face in his hands, his shoulders trembling. I couldn't see his face, but I knew he was crying. Calista shrank into a corner, pale as a sheet, muttering over and over, "No… That's impossible… He's just pretending… I'm sure he's just trying to scare us…" Tyler stood at the very back of the crowd. His head was lowered, his shoulders shaking slightly, looking like someone who was suppressing overwhelming grief. But I could see it clearly—hidden deep in his eyes was excitement he couldn't conceal.

He smirked when he looked down at the phone, seeing Rodrigo’s name come up as the caller ID. Diego {That was quick cousin} Rodrigo {Is she at the Viper Club with you} Diego {She is not with me, I just got her and her friends in, she looks fucking hot, don’t you think} Rodrigo {What the fuck made you decide to let her go clubbing there, I’m going to fucking smash your face in if anyone puts their hands on her} He was practically yelling at Diego on the other side of the line. Diego {Cuz, you should then get down here if you want to save her from the wolfs that are eyeing her} Diego couldn’t help but grin to himself. He was doing this on purpose to get under Rodrigo’s skin.

I am sure as fuck that Kayden and whoever he was involved with didn’t know my address, “I understand that you are not ready to see me, but please, just let me talk to her and…” “No can’t do! Chop chop handsome, leave while things are still pretty.” Diego clapped his hands at him in the most gayest way, and I fought the laughter that threatened to come out. He was all being defensive and shit and I loved him for it.

It would be too cruel. "Okay. I'll wait with you," I said. Jax and I waited the entire day, but Theo never showed up. Truth be told, I'd used the mind-link to ask his Beta and found out that Theo left with Mia two hours ago. As I watched how disappointment slowly colored Jax's expression, I tried to think of something to say. Just then, a maid opened the door and said, "Ms. Olivia, Mr. Theo is asking the two of you to join the others at the event hall."

No wonder Tim could be so utterly deranged as to dig up his mother’s grave just to frame me. As it turned out, the whole “death” was a lie. I sent Sarah a message. “Tim’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is in the email I sent you.” Whether she chose to read it or not was no longer my concern. My flight was booked for three days later. Summer had done the booking. When Sarah returned home, she saw me packing. Half my clothes had been thrown away, and a small portion had been boxed up and shipped to South City.

Zayn regained quite a lot of his energy over the past few seconds, then he began to walk toward Diego. “You’re doomed, Diego.” Zayn walked over and stared at Diego coldly. Diego’s face was filled with fear and panic. He struggled to stand up while begging for forgiveness, “Zayn, I’m a member of Sicut In Caelo anyhow. You can’t kill me.” “Is that so?” Zayn sneered, his murderous intent brewing. Diego seemed to be panicking even more. He hastily said, “Zayn! I know where your mother is. If you don’t kill me, I’ll take you to meet her willingly!”

Leo muttered, shaking his head as Diego stepped onto the golf course, grinning ear to ear. “Haaa… anyone is welcome,” Diego said with a wide smile, dropping his golf bag down beside him. Leo narrowed his eyes. “You really couldn’t give us a heads-up? We shed real tears at your son’s funeral, Diego.” Diego chuckled, patting Leo on the shoulder. “Tears have their uses. They shield the truth sometimes,” he said casually, selecting a golf club and walking ahead to take his shot. Leo watched the ball soar high and clean across the field. “Impressive,” he muttered. Then, glancing back at Diego, he added, “You know… I can’t tell if you’re the drama or the director of the whole damn show.”

We sat out on the patio beneath the Florida sunshine and ate our burgers with some fruit he had grabbed from the fridge. We talked about much lighter topics of favorite movies, sports, and foods. “Favorite song?” he asked as he took a large bite of his burger. “Easy,” I replied as I lounged in the patio chair with my feet up on the ottoman. “Everything I Do, I Do It For You by Bryan Adams.” He looked at me in shock. “Really?’ “Yep,” I assured him with a confident nod. “Nothing will ever beat it. I used to listen to that song over and over again in my room and write every single lyric out. I was obsessed with it.” He chuckled as he took a drink of his soda. “Care to explain why?”I shrugged. “