Sid X Diego Novels & Stories

Diego: “Be ready in ten. Wear something you don’t mind ditching.” Alex’s fingers tightened around the device. Diego Vega was many things—loyal, ruthless when needed, and dangerously clever. Born in the rough streets of East Borough, Diego had clawed his way into the Morano fold with a mix of raw instinct and brutal efficiency. Though he bore no Morano blood, he’d earned his place as one of the most trusted men in the organization—and Alex’s only true friend in the world. At 6:05 AM sharp, the door creaked open again. This time, Diego entered dressed like a mechanic, complete with grease-streaked coveralls and a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.

DIEGO “You know I do,” Diego replied, his voice dropping into that familiar, quiet intensity. He locked eyes with Ethan, stripping away the defensive layers so his friend could witness the unvarnished truth. “Isn’t it glaringly obvious? My soul hasn't been on the ice since Kol and I became an item—not in any way that counts.” He shook his head, a look of genuine disbelief crossing his face. “There was a time when the Austin Ice Arena was the boundary of my entire universe. But he pulled back the curtain; he proved to me that the world is infinitely larger than a rink.”

Sia tried again and this time she leaned close to diego and showed him some chocolates "Daddy loves you more"Diego said without looking at Sia and the woman widened her eyes in shock as she got to her feet but held her head because she had been feeling dizzy for some time now. It was in the afternoon and she had to pick up diego from school because Angel and emiliano were busy at the office

"The Scythe is using me as a ground wire. It’s stabilizing through our bond." ​But the peace was a lie. ​Suddenly, the ground beneath the lighthouse groaned. Not from the storm, but from something moving in the deep earth. A holographic pulse swept over us—a "Ping" from the Board. Silas wasn't done. He had found our frequency. ​"We have to go. Now," Julian said, his voice regaining its surgical authority. "The coastal station is compromised. There’s an old subway tunnel five miles from here that leads to the 'Dead Zone'—the ruins of the first city. That’s where Life Zero began."

Santiago closed the folder in his hands and knocked on Diego's office door. "Come in." Santiago placed the folder on Diego's desk without being asked. Diego didn't look up. He was reading something on his laptop, using one hand to hold a coffee mug and the other knr to scroll. His focus was the kind that mean the world could wait meaning he was really focused. Santiago waited for about a minute. He was used to waiting. "The Reyes account called," Santiago said finally. "They want to move Thursday's meeting." "To when."

I didn't have to ask who it was because the scent of the rain mixed with an ocean scent hit me before I could even turn. Diego. He stood behind me, his presence as imposing as ever. Dressed in a sleek black shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His dark eyes scanned the table, assessing each of my family with the same cold indifference he had for anyone who wasn't worth his time. His gaze fell on Ciara and then his lips lifted in a wicked smirk. “Tell Gideon he didn't have the pack of goods I requested delivered to me. I won't mind purging his entire underground business if he fails to deliver, Melinda or should I say, Ciara.” Diego said, a hint of danger in his tone.

I did feel that there was something different about Diego the past two times we met. Mr. Hyde then continued, “Previously, Zac was just a minor character who isn’t worth fearing at all. However, Diego’s the eastern region’s law enforcer. Based on his character, he’ll definitely come after you and present your head to The Saint so that he can be rewarded! You’re in grave danger, Young Master!” This was actually the first time Zayn was seeing Mr. Hyde being so anxious. ‘It seems that Diego truly is a powerful person.’ “Don’t worry. The next time I see him, I’ll just kill him,” Zayn assured calmly.

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.

"There is so much to do there. Dad wants me to be around." "Oh," I nodded my head in understanding. "Diego isn't going with you?" "Diego?" Sergio chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "I think you haven't noticed that he doesn't go to work with us. In simple terms, he isn't interested. He'd rather sit at home all day, reading books and binge watching movies. Then party hard during the weekends."