Diego Santiago
991 Words
Lorenzo
This woman had some nerves. If she only knew the type of pistol I carry, she wouldn't be saying that.
“Your belongings are already here. I made sure my men got them for you as soon as I took you out of the club,” I said, leading her to what would be her own room.
“Well, it was not necessary. Those belongings were purchased by the men I satisfied. They are really not mine,” she said, making me tense at the way she just said it, as if sleeping around with different men each week was the most normal thing in the world to do.
She must have noticed, as she raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip. That lip that made me want to just have around my…
“Is there something wrong?” She asked, not letting me finish my thoughts.
“Nothing. Get settled and then we will have some dinner. Benita is preparing us something good,” I replied as I left her room and closed the door behind me.
This was going to be the f*****g hardest thing to do. Have her in my own house and having to hold myself from making her mine.
“Lorenzo, Diego is here,” Nolan mentioned. What was that bastard of my father doing here? Didn’t he have enough with betraying my mother by cheating on her with the maid?
Or by abusing me physically and emotionally?
He was waiting in the studio, helping himself to a glass of cognac.
“Are you enjoying my drinks, Diego?” I asked as I walked in. He swirled the dark brown drink as he smirked at me, making me want to kill him right here.
“Is this how you greet your old man? Come on, son. I thought you better than that,” he mentioned, and my fists were clenching on my side.
I walked towards my desk and turned my computer on to check emails.
“As far as I know, you are not welcome in my house. I don’t get why my guards keep letting you in.”
“I remind them who hired them in the first place. You have those guards thanks to me.”
This asshole can’t stop throwing in my face how much he has done for me. He sat on the leather couch by the door and put his leg on top of the other one, getting comfortable.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, heading to the bar and serving myself some scotch before I sat and lit the cigar.
“I came to ask, why do you have one of our best women here, and why did you shut down the auction? That was our moneymaker.”
“Oh, sorry Diego. I didn’t realize abusing the women’s body for the men’s pleasure was something to be proud of,” my words came out with so much hate towards him, that it didn’t go unnoticed by him.
“When are you going to call me father?”
“Never.”
I sat down and ignored him for no longer than two minutes, when he stood up from the couch and walked towards me, leaning on the desk and giving me the most aggravating stare.
“I love to see her, son. I’ve been told she is beautiful and a little taste of that lollipop would be nice.”
I was out of my chair in an instant, grabbing the neck of his jacket and pulling him towards me over the desk with just inches between our faces.
“You listen to me, pendejo. Aubrey is off limits to you or any man here. She is mine only, and if you dare put a finger on her, I will kill you.”
I let go of his jacket and all he could do was laugh at me. The door opened and Aubrey walked in, making me take a deep breath at her stupidity. My father was undressing her with his eyes, and in a swift move I was already at her side, putting my hand on her waist.
Aubrey looked at me in surprise, but then she caught up to what was happening and snuggled closer to me, making my heart beat faster than a damn locomotive.
“So, this is Aubrey. Ethan has talked so much about you. Too bad he is dead or else I would have met you personally before my son snatched you from that auction,” he said, taking her hand and giving her a kiss on the top.
She gave him a flirtatious smile, making me look at her before I pinched the skin on her waist, getting a low squeal from her mouth. Her eyes were on me in a second, showing me the irritation she felt at my move.
“It is nice to meet you...Mr. Santiago?” she greeted him, and it was irritating me even more.
“Please, call me Diego. Mr. Santiago makes me feel old.”
“That is because you are old,” I mentioned, earning a murderous stare from him. Aubrey noticed the tension between us and raised her hand to cup my face.
“Darling, don’t be upset. He’s just being nice,” she said, before pressing his lips against mine in a chaste kiss. She pulled away and looked back at my father with another smile.
“I have to thank your son for saving me. To be honest, sir, Ethan was really taking advantage of the situation to make money, and most of us were being abused physically by those who would bid on us. So, I have to thank him for his kind gesture,” she mentioned in a husky voice, tightening my pants on the area.
She stroked my cheeks, and gave me another peck on my lips. I knew she was pretending, for my own sake. Losing control with my father would be fatal, so I have to thank her for keeping me calm.
“You are a very lucky man, Lorenzo. Although, I am sure I would have treated her very well too, or even better. You don’t have what it takes to treat a lady right, or to love for that matter.”
“Diego.”
“Don’t worry son. I won’t tell her what happened to your wife. That’s your own secret, and it’s not mine to tell.”
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