Sid X Diego Novels & Stories

The main reason why she believed that her eldest died. “He is an acquaintance, mama. The two of us share the same cause, and you know that very well.” Diego said, looking at his mother whose eyes were wide at her son’s statement. She shook her head, refusing to hear her son out, not wanting to listen to what he was going to tell her.

Marcus stepped out first, followed by the rest of the guys before I followed with Kaelis behind me. “Saint, we meet again.” Diego Santiago was a few inches shorter than me, but still broad shouldered with tanned skin and dark eyes. His eyes held mischief and his grin probably garnered attention wherever he went. “Thanks for meeting us here, Diego, I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, and shook his hand. “This must be your lovely wife,” he said and kissed the top of her hand. “Call me Diego, or ‘Papi’ whichever you prefer.” Kaelis laughed. She fucking laughed, and his grin widened.

As I saw a flicker of doubt cross Diego’s face, I knew that my words had struck a chord and bought us precious time to execute our escape plan. Diego leaves Xavier’s neck and steps back, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “And what do you think I have been looking for all these years?” he asked, his tone challenging. I took a deep breath, trying to maintain my composure as I carefully chose my next words. “Your son is alive, Diego. And I know where he is.” Diego’s eyes widened in shock before quickly narrowing again, his expression guarded. “Prove it,” he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of hope and skepticism.

After hearing what he said, Diego chimed in and said indifferently, “You're not good as a sidekick. I'm the best sidekick!” Cody flew into a rage and shouted, “D*mn it, Diego! How dare you compete with me for Kayson's favor! Do you believe that I'll crush you in a drinking competition?” Diego looked at him and said nonchalantly, “Seriously? Have you forgotten that you were the one who lost the last time we had a drinking competition? Now you want to do it again? I suggest you drop the thought. If not, you’re going to bring disgrace upon yourself.”

"Yes, I'm Aiden's friend. We've known each other since we were kids." He paused, taking a sip of his drink. "It's a coincidence that I met you here today. I didn't expect to see you here." I looked at him with a little suspicion. There was something about him that didn't quite add up. "So, you're also a rich guy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "No wonder there are so many beautiful women around you." Diego laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Guilty as charged," he said, holding up his hands. "But I'm not just a rich guy, and I've worked hard to get where I am today."

After hearing what he said, Diego chimed in and said indifferently, “You're not good as a sidekick. I'm the best sidekick!” Cody flew into a rage and shouted, “D*mn it, Diego! How dare you compete with me for Kayson's favor! Do you believe that I'll crush you in a drinking competition?” Diego looked at him and said nonchalantly, “Seriously? Have you forgotten that you were the one who lost the last time we had a drinking competition? Now you want to do it again? I suggest you drop the thought. If not, you’re going to bring disgrace upon yourself.”

I laughed in the right places, nodded along, let the normalcy sink in. Then Rico—quiet, intense Rico who rarely spoke unless he had something heavy to say—leaned back in his chair and started a story. “You guys remember my buddy Diego from Eastside crew? The one with the mayor’s son beating the shit out of his old man every weekend?” A couple of the guys grunted yeah.

I wasn’t alone for long. Mr. Reyes—Diego—stepped through the door just as I turned off the spray. He was supposed to be picking up his son, my best friend Alex, but Alex had already left with the rest of the guys. Diego filled the doorway in his fitted button-down and dark jeans, the kind of casual that still looked expensive. Salt-and-pepper hair, thick arms from years of coaching and construction on the side, and those intense brown eyes that always seemed to see too much. “Thought you’d be gone with the team, kid,” he said, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. His gaze dragged down my wet body, slow enough that my cock twitched against my thigh.

“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.

“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.