Page 2 of His Playmate
“The notorious gang leader I’ve heard so much of. It’s a pleasure to finally meet, Diego Montosa.”
A growl erupted from Diego’s throat like a volcano. The mocking tone triggered him, and he sprang to his feet, hands ahead of him as he made to grab at Wolf. Wolf moved away, causing Diego to barrel into the desk.
Diego turned and glared at the other man. No one knew his last name because he kept it to himself, so how did Wolf know? The yakuza boss was intimidating, but Diego refused to be afraid of him.
“Fuck you.”
“Careful how you speak to me,” Wolf said, his tone authoritative.
“Do something about it,” Diego challenged. He wasn’t afraid because he knew that he could take Wolf on.
Wolf clenched his sharp jaw. He glanced at his men. “Leave us.”
The two guards walked out of the office and closed the heavy door behind them.
“Are you sure you want to be alone with me?” Diego asked.
Wolf didn’t respond. He only stared back with hard blue eyes. How was Wolf so calm in a situation like this? If Diego wasn’t so on edge, he might have been in awe. Being in the presence of Wolf Lone was surreal. There was a regal air to him, a trait he pulled off with ease. Wolf didn’t have to try, and it was captivating. Diego was not used to such a fine man.
Based on the simple research Diego had done, Wolf was thirty-five and a mix of Japanese and European heritage. Diego wasn’t supposed to feel attracted to his enemy. Most of the men Diego came across weren’t to his taste. But Wolf fit the type of man Diego was physically drawn to. If this had been a different occasion, Diego would have been all over Wolf by now.
Instead, Diego was angry with himself because Wolf had turned the tables on him.
“Sit, Diego. We have much to discuss,” Wolf said.
Without a word, Diego sat on the chair pulled up by the side of the desk.
Wolf sat in the chair behind his desk as though this was a simple business arrangement. A brief silence settled over them. They watched each other, hard and untrusting.
“Now what do you want from a seventeen-year-old boy?” Wolf asked.
Diego didn’t answer. Wolf had ruined his plans. He was stuck on enemy territory and needed to get out of there, needed to replan.
“I expect an answer.”
“I don’t give a damn what you expect,” Diego snapped. “That’s the least of my worries.”
“Where is my son?”
It was insulting how Wolf assumed Diego wasthateasy. “You think I’m going to answer toyou?”
Wolf’s eyes were intense; he slammed a fist on the desk. “Do you think this gives you power over me? You’re digging your own grave.”
“You can’t kill me. If I die so does your kid.”
“I’m not in the mood to play games,” Wolf said.
“I’m not playing games.”
Wolf didn’t say anything. He kept his gaze on Diego and looked like he was deep in thought. Diego felt unnerved, having that attention pinned on him and not knowing what to expect from Wolf.
“Oh, I see how it is. You’re a stubborn brat. You need me to teach you a lesson,” Wolf said.
“What did you say?” Diego had been expecting Wolf to torture him for answers, to cut into his flesh and go deeper every time Diego wouldn’t answer him, because that’s what Diego would have done if he was in Wolf’s position.
Wolf stood and unbuckled his leather belt.
Diego rose from the chair. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”
