Page 24 of Hidden While In Sight

Diego grew hard from his memories. She’d enjoyed his touch. He wished he’d kept wearing the filthy sweatpants after all. Her scent would still be all over his cock.

He didn’t get the pleasure of seeing the way that tiny nightie clung to her body in the light of day. Hannah wrapped the blanket he’d covered her in around herself as she did the walk of shame up to her marriage bed. The bathroom door shut behind her, and soon the shower turned on.

She didn’t need to worry about her husband catching her. He’d left for work at the usual time that morning, not even bothering to look for her. Diego wasn’t sure what Ashford assumed; maybe that she’d been upset with him for fucking the nanny.

Diego doubted Hannah had ever cheated before.

He was still shocked she’d let him touch her, but he was too busy being grateful to let her reasons bother him. He wanted to make her orgasm around his cock more than he wanted to breathe.

A sliver of worry wormed its way inside him to mix with his unhealthily growing obsession. Ramiro was going to lose his mind, and unless Diego locked her up worse than Ashford had, Hannah was likely to gather her children and run from him as soon as he killed her husband.

He frowned at the monitor. The sound of the running water was like nails down his back. He jabbed a finger out to mute it.

He’d had weeks to study Hannah, but did she even see him as a person?

Plus, she loved her kids, despite his first impressions. If he chose to keep her, they would be a package deal.

Diego worried he’d be as shitty of a father as his own had been. It wasn’t like Nino Zeta had been a better example. Hell, the closest thing he’d had to a father was Ramiro, and he was barely older than Diego.

Being part of the Zetas, there’d been plenty of younger boys around to parent, but Diego had ignored them. What the hell did he know? He’d been struggling to carve out his own life, and the other boys were competition more than they were family.

Naz had been the only kid he’d ever reached out a hand to, though, talking to the Ashford boy hadn’t been too bad the other day. The kid was no dummy, though he was emotional as hell, even if he tried to hide it.

Diego sighed. Who did he think he was to take on a young boy and a toddler who looked like she’d break if he so much as touched her?

He began to sweat then, both at the idea of taking on Hannah and her children as well as at the idea of not having her. He dialed Ramiro, lowering his head between his legs and attempting to breathe.

“Rodriguez Security,” the sunshiny voice chirped in his ear.

“Diego,” he managed to push out through his closing throat.

“Mr. Rodriguez said to put you through if you called. Just a moment.”

Summer transferred him, and a moment later Ramiro was humming in his ear. “Is it already done?”

Diego sucked in enough air to speak. “Do you want kids?”

Ramiro choked and began to cough. “For fuck’s sake!” he strangled out. “It’s too early for that type of shit question.”

“That’s a no?”

“It’s a hell no. Fuck, Diego. You think I’d be a good father?”

Diego figured Ramiro was more qualified than he was, so if Ramiro thought he’d be shit, what did that mean about Diego?

His mind snarled as dread settled in his stomach.

“So I’m not taking those fucking kids on,” Ramiro said. “You can forget about that. Starting to second-guess your dream woman?”

“She is a dream,” Diego admitted, squeezing his eyes shut as he lifted his head, the blood rushing to it and making his life feel even less real. “And she’s mine.” His racing heart began to calm as he said it out loud.

Ramiro was silent in his ear; then he made that humming sound again. “You should hear yourself. What is it about this woman? It can’t be her looks. You’ve watched beautiful women before and never gave a shit.”

“Not many would think she’s beautiful.” Diego dragged a hand down his face, seeing her in his mind. “Her body is a stick because her husband starves her, she’s barely got any tits, her face sags from nerve damage from his fucking fists, and most of the time she stares into the camera like she’s carving into my chest and stealing my soul.” His breath shuddered out as he opened his eyes, needing to see her. “She’s so fucking gorgeous, I can’t get her out of my head. I’m keeping her.”

“Fuck, Diego. It sounds like this is all about saving her. Are you sure once that happens you won’t lose interest?”

“Since when do I want to be anyone’s savior?” Diego asked, finally finding her on the screen. She was heading to the gym like usual. “I find out what will break people, and then we use it.”

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