Chapter 25 - Diego
TWENTY-FIVE
DIEGO
“All right, everyone,” Stone said as we gathered in the common area, “I know that the past few days have been hell for all of us. But as of this moment, no one leaves or comes into this warehouse without strict approval from myself or Asher.”
I wrapped my arm around Ruby and pulled her close to me.
She shook with fear, and she had every right to feel the way she did.
It had been almost five days since the cartel attempted to blow her up in her own damn van.
After replacing the fucking thing so we had one at our disposal, everyone essentially locked themselves down in their rooms.
Only coming out to eat or socialize before retreating back into their abysses.
“Can we at least make one more run to get some things?” Hayley asked.
My heart broke for her as Stone shook his head. “I’m sorry, honey, but this applies to everyone.”
She rubbed her growing belly. “How long are we going to stay locked down like this? We have doctor’s appointments coming up.”
Texas held up his hand. “We aren’t holing up here indefinitely.
If you have appointments, that’s fine. We aren’t keeping you from those.
But someone will accompany you and Stone to them, just like everyone is to be accompanied by someone from either crew if you need to go somewhere emergent or necessary. ”
Ruby nodded. “Thank you guys for protecting us the way you do. I know a lot of us don’t feel it’s ideal, but it is necessary. So, thank you for putting your lives on the line for us.”
Texas grinned. “You should be thanking that man of yours.”
Ruby smiled up at me. “Trust me, I am.”
Puck rolled his eyes. “Gross.”
I chuckled. “I’d like to put something on the floor once we’re done talking about the lockdown, if that’s okay.”
Bronx tilted his head. “What’s up?”
Stone furrowed his brow. “Does it need group approval?”
I peered down at Ruby and she nudged me to keep going. So, I did.
“I would think so, yeah.”
Stone folded his arms over his chest. “Hit us with it.”
I drew in a deep breath. “I was hoping to get permission to ask Maya to cover up my cartel tattoo on my chest with the Lost Boys M.C. tattoo. If that’s something I can do as a prospect.”
The room fell silent and at first I thought I had pissed everyone off. Then, one by one, they all smiled. I heard someone stampede off as Stone held his hand out toward a chair, and then Maya shoved her way back through the crowd with a rolling suitcase behind her.
“Sit,” she said as she pulled out a chair for herself, “I need to disinfect first.”
“We’ll take that as a good sign, I guess,” Ruby said through her giggling.
And when I sat down, someone patted my shoulder.
“Good choice,” Notch said.
I peered up at him and grinned. “Thanks.”
“Color, or black and white?” Maya asked.
I shrugged. “My skin’s pretty dark. So, whatever you think will work best.”
She nodded. “Take off your shirt.”
Stone chuckled. “Bet Ruby isn’t even that demanding.”
“Hey, what the fuck, man?” Puck asked.
But we all laughed—Ruby included—as Puck shook his head and stormed out of the room.
“Ah, he’ll be fine,” Ruby said as she helped me out of my shirt.
Then, she sat down and took my hand while Maya started the grueling process of disinfecting and making everyone stand back.
The tattoo itself took around four hours. It was intricate and shaded with the colors of the crew, and for the first time I was proud of the tattoo on my chest. Maya cleaned me up and gave me explicit instructions on how to take care of it, but something told me she’d be checking in on me anyway.
And after I showed off the tattoo to all of the guys in the crew, Ruby gave my shoulder a quick once-over before she tugged me into her room.
“Sit,” she said.
I quirked an eyebrow. “Any particular reason why?”
She locked her door before she pulled her dress over her head. “Yes, there is.”
My eyebrows rose as she swiveled her hips, turning herself back toward me.
I perched on the edge of her bed with my exposed chest and my girth pressing against my jeans.
I licked my lips while she undid her bra, and when she shimmied it down her chest, I couldn't stop watching her voluptuous tits jiggle for my viewing pleasure.
She stalked toward me, her hips swaying deeply and causing my mouth to water, then she turned around, bent over, and slid her panties down those smooth, shimmering legs of hers.
And I couldn't stand it a second longer.
“Come here,” I growled.
“Ah!” she squealed.
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my lap before my lips attached to her bare skin. Her head fell back against my shoulder as I nibbled and sucked, my fingertips teasing her puckering peaks as she rocked her bare ass against my clothed thickness.
And as my lips gravitated to the shell of her ear, I felt her gasp.
“I love you, Ruby.”
She sighed with relief before she stood up and turned around.
“Take your pants off,” she commanded once more.
I did as she asked without hesitation before I sat back down with my cock pointing high up to the sky.
“I love you, too,” she said with a smile on her face.
Then, she walked over, straddled my hips, and sank her tight, wet pussy down the length of my dick.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned.
She gasped as her walls quivered around me. “Oh, hell yeah.”
And for the first time since I had met her, we made love without one ounce of regret or fear of being caught.
I lost myself in her. In the way she rode my dick and the way she clung to me as her juices dripped down my balls.
I sank my teeth against her shoulder as I bucked my hips up, filling her with my girth as she choked on the sound of my name.
I pressed my face into her tits and growled for more.
I gripped her ass cheeks and moved her in the exact motions that drove me fucking wild.
“Diego, please. Let me come. I need to come. I have to come for you. Oh, fuck.”
I sucked her nipple between my teeth. “Come for me. Make me come, you beautiful woman.”
We fell over the edge together as my back collapsed to the bed. She propped herself up enough to not fall against my tattoo, but quickly fell off to the side and curled against me. We reveled in our sweat-infused love for one another before her soft snores hit my ears.
But all too soon, my cell phone vibrated in my pants on the floor.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
I managed to ease away from Ruby long enough to scramble in order to get it.
I knew I wasn’t off the hook with the cartel, but I hadn’t nearly been prepared for the message I got.
And as soon as I opened it, a cold shiver of darkness crept up the back of my spine. Because it wasn’t a text message I got.
It was a voice message.
“Well, then,” Carlos Banderas himself said as I held the phone to my ear, “congratulations on becoming a prospect for the Lost Boys. I hear that this is a big moment for you, Diego. I’m sure your mother would be quite proud.
Do let me know where I can send your congratulatory present as well.
I’ve been dying to meet the man behind the impeccable work that’s been crossing my desk as of late. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
The mark of death.
No one ever heard the Bossman’s voice unless they were about to die.
And I had just heard his voice for the first time since being roped into the cartel.