Page 13 of His Playmate
Diego stood, knocking the wineglass over. Vermillion seeped into the white tablecloth. His legs buckled, and he used the table to hold himself up. “So this is what you’re about. You open up to me to get me to talk,” Diego scoffed. “That’s cheap, coming from you.”
Wolf didn’t say a word. He only watched.
“Whatever.” Diego limped away from the table and went upstairs, locking himself in the bathroom. He slammed his fist on the countertop and glared at his own reflection. He had killed so many people in the past, but however frustrating he found the man, he knew Wolf would never become one of them.
* * *
For a while,Diego sat alone on Wolf’s bed.
The plan was a bust. There was no point in prolonging his stay. He could return Levi to his father and go back to his own gang, but he still had unfinished business with Wolf.
Wolf walked into the bedroom, his dress shirt unbuttoned to reveal his chest and abs. “Have you made up your mind?” he asked, closing the door behind him.
Diego expected Wolf to continue pushing him. Even though it was getting tiresome, Diego decided to keep being stubborn. He wanted to get his way and wouldn’t give up without more of a fight.
The room was tense, and they were quiet, watching each other for a long moment. Diego smirked. “Yeah, I have. I’ll give your son back once you pay me.”
Wolf looked like he was about to laugh. “There’s no point in making a deal with me now.”
“I’m not making a deal. I’m telling you how it’s going to be.”
“Let him go, and you’ll have your freedom back. That’s fair.”
“Fair?” Diego huffed. “Give me my money, and then it’ll be fair.”
“This isn’t going to go your way, Diego. I’m not giving you money,” Wolf said, his eyes hard. “Be a good pet and do as I say.”
Diego lunged at Wolf. His feet and ass hurt, but he didn’t care. Pain was temporary, and as long as he could still move and fight, he’d ignore the pain. He was fast, throwing hard punches. Wolf kept up with his pace, and no matter how many times Diego tried to hit him, he missed.
They moved across the bedroom, and Diego threw another punch, almost hitting Wolf in the jaw. He lost momentum and smashed into the bedside table, causing the lamp to fall. With a frustrated yell, Diego moved away from the table. Breathing hard and with fists clenched, he glared at Wolf.
Wolf stood at a distance and dropped his shirt to the floor, exposing the traditional Japanese tattoos on his skin. His pectorals had a red chrysanthemum each, the petals scattering outwards like flames. Grey clouds extended from his chest to his shoulders, down his arms, and stopped above his wrists. Cherry blossoms were sprinkled over his left arm, and on the right arm was an oni mask.
If Wolf had not been topless, Diego wouldn’t have imagined there to be a single drop of colorful ink on him. It was admirable and intimidating on a hard-cut, muscular body like Wolf’s.
“You’re a vicious boy, aren’t you, Diego?” Wolf said, smirking as he walked to him. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. But fighting me will get you nowhere.”
Diego threw a punch, but his fist flew through the air. Eyes wide, his body stopped moving, and Wolf slammed a knee up into his stomach and got behind him. Diego fell to his knees and gritted his teeth, grabbing with both hands at Wolf’s elbow where it was crushing his neck.
“Give up,” Wolf said, tightening his hold.
Choking and sputtering for air, Diego pushed back against Wolf. His eyes watered as he struggled to get out of Wolf’s grip. “Never …” he rasped. Face flushed and throat burning, Diego grabbed the lamp off the floor and smashed it into the side of Wolf’s head.
The pressure on Diego’s throat loosened. He gasped for air and coughed hard as he crawled away.
Wolf was by the wall, holding his head, a dark look in his eyes. Diego stood and pulled his sweater off and tossed it across the room. He struck again. Wolf moved away, and Diego punched the wall, leaving behind a nasty hole. Grimacing, Diego stepped back and shook his hand, his swollen, bloody knuckles throbbing.
Diego wasn’t going to win this fight with his fists alone. There had to be something else he could do to distract Wolf. He wrapped his arms around Wolf’s neck and pressed his body tight against his.
The moment Diego connected their lips, Wolf pulled away. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Diego was hard against the fabric of his briefs. “What do you think I’m doing?” Moving forward, Diego licked at Wolf’s neck.
Wolf shoved him back. “I’m your enemy, remember?”
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you.” Diego pushed his fingers through Wolf’s thick hair and connected their lips again. Wolf didn’t kiss him back. He stood rigid, even when Diego stuck his tongue into his mouth. Wolf closed his eyes and grabbed Diego’s waist.
Diego pulled away and jammed his knee into Wolf’s abdomen. He smirked and stepped back as Wolf clutched his stomach and grimaced. He collected himself and watched Diego with a threatening gaze.
