“I mean, in my defense he gave better than he got so…”
He signals to the bruise that still shades his eye and the cut on his lip that hasn’t healed. I know it’s wrong, but it makes me happy to see he’s not healing as quickly as Angel.
“What’s the favor? And that’s not me agreeing to it.”
“I want to transfer to Lobos Aulladores.”
I scoff and shake my head.
“Wait, please hear me out,” he says, “it’s not about you. But I want what Diablo has, a relationship, and to do that Ineed to get out of all the illegal work.” He pauses, waiting to see if I’ll say something, but I honestly don’t know what to say. “I’m going to ask Diablo for his vote, and ask El Jefe to consider me, but I wanted to get your okay first, I know you might not want me there.”
He’s right, I don’t, but the fact that he’s asking instead of going behind our backs is a good thing, and I can’t blame him for wanting to get away from the illegal stuff.
I sigh. “If you promise that you’ll see me as a friend and nothing more, and you stop flirting with me, and if Diablo is okay with it, then I’m okay with it. But if he’s not, then I’m not either.”
“That’s fair,” he says, “I can agree to that. Thank you, Beth.”
“Yeah whatever, just be grateful that you didn’t ruin his face, otherwise this conversation would have gone very differently.”
He chuckles and nods. “It won’t happen again, with Diablo anyway. I promise.”
I nod and he walks away, just as Angel finishes his conversation at the bar. He quickly makes his way over to the booth.
“Are you okay? What did he want?”
“I’ll tell you later,” I say, “take me upstairs?”
He smirks, looking sexy as hell.
“Anything you say, princess.”
Diablo
The rooms here aren’t as comfy as ours, but it will do for one night. I wrap my arms around Elizabeth from behind and hold her against me, kissing her neck.
“Uh uh,” she says, pulling away and stepping out of my embrace. “No kissing.”
“What?”
“I’ve heard about you from the other girls, I know what you like.”
“Elizabeth… what are you doing? Come on.”
“You’re so hot, Diablo.”
What the fuck? She never calls me Diablo when we’re alone, she’s even started calling me Angel in front of everyone else too.
She leans into me and whispers, “Play along.”
Oh shit…
“You wanna be a club girl tonight, princess?” She nods her head, a playful gleam in her eyes. “Then get on your knees.”
She lowers to the floor, licking her lips as she looks up at me through her lashes.
“You look so pretty like that. I can’t wait to see what you look like gagging on my cock.”
Her lips part and a moan escapes. Fuck, this is turning her on.
