Page 6 of His Playmate
Diego was quiet. Wolf was trying to get answers out of him again, and he didn’t like that. “I’m not telling you anything.”
“You’re going to tell me everything I want to know.”
“No, I’m not,” Diego said, stepping out of the tub. He snatched a towel from the rack and wiped himself down before wrapping it around his waist. Wolf was watching him, and Diego gave in to that gaze for a brief moment before he spoke. “I’m not going to give in.”
Without a word, Wolf grabbed Diego’s bicep and yanked him out of the bathroom and down the hall. Holding the towel up with one hand, Diego stumbled after Wolf, wincing at the pain in his ass and thighs. He looked at his surroundings, noting the grand staircase and large living area at a distance.
Wolf acted like he took this kind of life for granted. Diego had to hustle for everything he had. He could envy Wolf’s riches, but he didn’t. Instead, he wanted the power, control, and discipline Wolf had.
Diego remembered the office was close to the front door of the mansion. That meant they were still on the ground floor, and Diego could make a run for it …
They stopped only for a second as Wolf opened a door, then shoved Diego into a bedroom. It was large, furnished, and clean. But it didn’t seem to belong to Wolf because it appeared simple and plain. The two lamps on either side of the bed lit the room with dim yellow lights. The wide-paned windows were open, and crickets chirped on the other side of the glass.
“Get dressed,” Wolf said, tossing underwear at him.
Diego caught the thin material and narrowed his eyes. “Where are my clothes?”
“You don’t need them.”
“Like hell I don’t.” Diego dropped the towel and put on the briefs. “You can’t expect me to walk around naked.”
“Stop complaining,” Wolf said, his tone firm. “You should be grateful that I’m allowing you to wear those.”
“There’s no point in keeping me around. I’m not going to give you what you want,” Diego said, sitting on the bed. He leaned back on his elbows, trying to take the weight off his sore rear.
“I didn’t say you could sit on the bed,” Wolf said, grabbing Diego’s ankle and yanking him off the mattress. Diego landed on his ass and grimaced. Wolf fisted his hair and pulled him to the foot of the bed.
Flinching, Diego gripped Wolf’s wrist and kicked out, missing his chest. “Let me go!” he demanded.
Wolf let go and crouched down to Diego’s level. He slapped him hard across the cheek and gripped his chin. “Where are you keeping him? Where’s your gang?”
Diego tensed, Wolf’s grip spreading pain across his jaw. Pulling away, Diego fell onto his knees. “I don’t know where they’re keeping him. I only know the phone numbers.”
Wolf slapped Diego again. “Don’t lie to me.”
Breathing hard, Diego cupped his hot, throbbing cheek. Wolf was slapping him around like it was nothing. He had used a belt on Diego earlier; what else would Wolf do to him?
Wolf pulled a chain out from under the bed, a collar attached to the end. As Diego tried to move away, Wolf secured it around Diego’s neck, trapping him to the wooden frame of the bed. Diego yanked on the collar with both hands, but it wouldn’t budge.
“You know where they are, and you’re going to tell me,” Wolf said.
“Take this off.”
“Answer me, Diego.”
“I’m telling you the truth!” Diego yelled.
“Why did you kidnap him?” Wolf asked.
“For a ransom.”
“My son is not for sale.”
“Come on, Wolf. Pay up, and I’ll let him go.”
“I’m not paying you. Call your men and tell them to let Levi go.”
Diego was growing impatient. “It doesn’t work like that. You beat the shit out of me and are keeping me here against my will. I told my men not to touch your kid. Give me my money first.”
