Sid X Diego Novels & Stories

Xavier asked, his voice so cold, it sent chills creeping down Diego's spine. “Motherfucker…! What did you do to my wife and kids?!” Diego, Andre's assistant, asked in a loud but shaky voice. “Oh, you will find out once I'm done with you,” Xavier said menacingly. “You devil, you wouldn't know when you got hit…” Diego was saying when Xavier shook his head, waving his index finger at him, an indication for Diego to shut up. “No, no, no,” Xavier said, taking his hand, and with the plier, he pulled out Diego's thumbnail.

It seems as long as I adhere to his rules, he'll leave me alone, and I haven't given him a reason to punish me again. After Diego falls into a deep sleep, sneaking out of the room becomes my nightly routine when I can't sleep myself. I usually hang out with Alicia or chat with the other men while they lounge around and drink. I've discovered that all of them are related in some way, except for Leo who is Diego's childhood best friend from an allied clan. That explains why his features lean more towards Italian than Mexican.

My jaw tightened at the word. Diego’s lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “You think I’m playing with her?” “I think you’re dangerous,” Sage replied evenly. “And dangerous men destroy what they touch.” For a beat, Diego said nothing. The silence stretched so taut I thought I could hear my own pulse in my ears. Then he laughed—low, slow, deliberate. “Sage, if I wanted to destroy her, you wouldn’t have the chance to warn me about it.” His eyes glinted in the dim light. “But that’s not why I’m here.”

Diego's rigid wide back welcomed me, his hands were folded into a tight fist. “Diego,” I called out, finding support from the walls as I tried to get up. “Oh the little bitch is up,” I heard a voice say. I recognized it to be Uri's. “I do not have a business with you, it's her I seek.” Diego's voice was as hard as a rock, deadly and venomous. “Call her one more name and you would wish you hadn't,” he threatened. Well, except the fact that it wasn't a threat. I knew Diego well.

(Yeah, it feels like suicide, but he helped me when I was in need, so if there is even a single percent chance that he is in need of help, then I am surely going there. I walked a few meters inside the woods. I saw the back of Diego, but he wasn't wearing his shirt anymore, and there was blood on his torso. I gasped and walked towards him. "Oh my god, Diego, are you alright?" I ran towards him and turned him towards me. There were animal claw-like marks on his abs and chest. "God, you are badly hurt," I said, but to my surprise, the wounds that were in front of my eyes a second ago started to heal themselves automatically. I widened my eyes and raised my head to look into his eyes. I fell on

I murmured against his ear, the sound of it vibrating through his entire body. “They’re fighting at the back with Diego and the others.” He managed to report even as his voice was cracking. Diego Sullivan, was the first son of the Sullivans. He is known to be ruthless and shows no mercy when offended. Since he has Reed and the others, that isn’t good news at all, I needed to act fast before he killed almost half of my men. “You tell your bosses,” I said, my voice low and even, “that the next time they touch what’s mine, I won’t stop at a warehouse.”

It was like she knew something I didn't. “What do you mean?” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, nothing.” Then she stood, blew me a kiss, and walked out the door, her heels clicking all the way. Later that afternoon, Diego called me into his office. He was staring at a wall of maps, gang routes, and red pins. Without looking at me, he spoke. “Santiago has a meeting tonight. Private. Invitation-only. He’ll be there.” “Okay,” I said carefully.

“Listen... don't you think this is all–” “No,” “What?” “No. I know what you’re about to ask and I’ve asked it to myself a hell lot of times, and the answer is no.” Star One sighed. “Fine, what’s our next move?” Zehra changed into her pajamas and sat in bed with her laptop. As expected, SRO had sent an email. She wondered how they’d gotten her mail ID, then realized that it was probably on one of her social media profiles. She read it and was about to close Gmail when, unexpectedly, a mail popped up.

The scent of booze oozed from the car, assailing my nose with such a tang, it almost made me gag. I sighed, trying my best to keep what little food I had in me where it belonged. It was hard to keep a straight face when this prick was around. Diego is the definition of dipshit. Loud, unclean, has no discipline whatsoever. In the name of Selene, the guy barely knew how to use a godam condom; surprised he doesn't have any offspring of his own by now- not any that I know of at least... I pushed the thought aside and reminded myself I had more important business to attend to.

“What is his name so that I can admonish him for neglecting her!” “Diego,” He said and I almost choked on my wine. “Diego?” I repeated, my eyes widening in fear. “Yes, Diego Sanchez” No, please no. Diego already died in that attack that I kept a secret from the council. I was truly in a huge mess.