How Old Is Diego Brando Novels & Stories

He tried to dance, trying unsuccessfully not to step on his partner's foot. “So his wife is an actress?” Ximena did not hide the fact that she wanted to know if he was single or not. Although this man could well be her father, maybe that was it—that this man awakened her instinct of wanting to be protected in the way her father could not do it. Her eyes almost watered again when she contemplated this reflection, only to hear the man say to her, “My name is Diego; I am 45 years old and separated.” This revelation confused Ximena; she considered that he was too old for her, and besides, she did not know if the woman might be waiting for him in the house. Married men are always magically separa

Dallas introduced them leaving the smug guy out. "And I'm Diego Alejandro" He bowed introducing himself but never taking his eyes off Fabio. "He is Enzo's brother" Dallas interpreted, I have heard the name Enzo before but I don't know what they mean by that since he said it like it's a bad thing. "How old are you?" I let my curiosity get the best out of me and he laughed. "He is nineteen" Fabio gritted out. "Ah you wound me big brother" He held his chest.

I flinched instantly and stood frozen as Diego got down from it and I breathed a sigh of relief. Watching him tower close to me,I couldn't help but admire him over and over again. Then he reached towards me and slid his hands into his pockets. A lot of people would have confused Diego's age. He was around his late forties or early fifties but appeared much younger. “I'm here to pick you up.” He said,fixing his gaze on me. “Oh yeah…..” The small smile that was stuck up at my lips faded. I didn't realise I had been smiling until he said a word.

Diego said, looking at me with tears in his eyes. "My padre beat me when I cried," he chuckled as he wiped one away. "I haven’t cried in almost treinta years." "Treinta, how many is that?" "Thirty, mi Amor. I haven’t cried since I was a bebé." I smiled at Diego, "you must have been a cute baby. Thank you for telling me, Diego, and I’m sorry that happened to you." "But you believe me? I won’t hurt you. Ever." I nodded, "I believe you, –"

There was love between Rodrigo’s parents, even thou the marriage was arranged, and Rodrigo’s father was devastated when he lost his wife. Rodrigo was their first born, followed by two more daughters, Alice and Sara, both of them have since married, also into two Mafia families. Alice is a year younger than Rodrigo, 27, and Sara is the youngest, aged 25. Diego, we know, is Rodrigo’s cousin, he is the son of Edwardo’s sister. Diego’s dad married Edwardo’s sister. He was Edwardo’s second in command. His mother’s name was Esmeralda and his father’s name was Ralph. Ralph died when Diego was still a baby, killed in a shoot out protecting Rodrigo’s dad and Esmeralda died when Diego was 10, she had

“One opened the door for me. Diego joined me, just as smoke and frames burst from the broken windows, lighting up the night. He drives me to the hotel. I shower, then slip into a black shirt, just slightly open at the chest, with formal trousers and a blazer. I'm broad—- hate clothes that cling. Shirts must be a bit loose but still fit. I stepped out of the room. “Take me to the finest and most expensive club,” I told Diego.” People think Diego is my age, but he's six years younger. Diego Pablo has been around my training days—-- when I was being prepared to become a Machado family heir. We have been best friends ever since. But he respects me as his boss. Never mess up, never betray. “He's