Gringa - in the Clutches of a Ruthless Drug Lord - 2 (15 page)
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Authors: Eve Rabi
Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary
I look at Diago, a feeling of panic overwhelming me. ‘Diago,’ I rasp, ‘make her give it back. That’s my diary. It’s private ... ’
Christa laughs. ‘
Si
, is very private from what I read. Diablo, you want to know
who
she is writing about in her diary, eh? It might be you or ... it might be ’
nother
man. You
should
know Diablo. It is your right, eh?’
Diablo’s fork is suspended in mid-air. He glances at Christa, then me, then at Christa again. Slowly, he lowers his fork.
When his expectant gaze rests on Christa, I groan inwardly and sink into my chair.
I’m fucked.
Christa beams and runs the tip of her tongue over her lips. Bitch!
There’s nothing I can do expect brace myself for the wreckage hurtling my way.
I really don’t want to hurt Diago now. I care about him and the thought of him hearing my private, innermost and morbid thoughts during my darkest hours makes me ill.
Christa begins to read from my diary with so much expression, it tells me she has read and re-read my diary.
Diablo is a monster. Wait! Make that an ugly, hideous, disgusting, revolting mother of a monster. Hate him! Hate his guts. Hate his stupid, barbaric, ruthless family. Especially his miserable alcoholic mother.
She stops and stares at me, slack-jawed. ‘That me, Gringa?
Ay yay yay
!’
Laughter all round.
My eyes are fixed on Diago’s face. ‘Diago, that was a long ti ...’
Want to slash off his dick and let him die. Bleed to death. Hate this place. It’s evil and dark. Want to burn it down with Diablo in it. I think about Austin all the time. Handsome, loving, kind. My first love. My Ken doll. I forgive him for dumping me and marrying Paris. I forgive him for falling under her spell. He’s human – he did what most men do. The relationship we had was too good to be true. Beautiful people like him don’t happen to girls like me. But I still hanker after him. Still. That’s cos I’m a dumb fuck. Here’s another confession: I love his son and whenever I hold him, I pretend he’s mine. Mine and Austin’s.
I leap out of my chair and attempt to snatch the diary from her, prepared to wrestle her for it.
‘Give it back!’
Santana scrambles up and yanks me off Christa. I elbow Santana in the solar plexuses and stomp on her foot, but she is strong and hangs onto my hair, giving Christa her air time.
Christa reads randomly from different parts of my diary.
Whenever Diablo fucks me, I think of you and I fantasize about us making love.
She stops and looks at Diago. ‘I am so sorry for you Diago,’ she says in a solemn voice.
Diablo squeezes his eyes shut for a moment then blinks rapidly.
‘You see Diablo, I tell you there is something going on with the gringo and gringa here, ’member? But you don’t believe me. You have to trust me from now on because I am your mother - I knowever’thing.’
Santana laughs as she releases me.
Christa shakes her head, tsks! and continues reading.
I picture you above me and sometimes I even feel like responding. It’s fucked up, I know and...
A murmur ripples through the room as Diago deadpans.
‘No, no, no, Diago,’ I protest. It’s not like that now. Please!’
Dreamed of Austin again...
Adrenalin takes over - I crash into Christa and rip the diary out of her hands. But Santana grabs me from behind and holds me down while Christa punches me in the face.
Under normal circumstances I would retaliate, but now I fear I will lose my grip on the diary if I do. Luckily Troy steps in and breaks up the fight. I lie on the ground, my nose bloodied but diary firmly in hand. Christa kicks me in the ribs and stands back. Someone shoves Kleenex at me to wipe my bloodied nose.
Diago is on his feet looking down at me. ‘How, Payton? Why? I think you and me …?’ His voice wavers and his shoulders slump. Then he quickly straightens up, turns and strides off.
‘Diago wait!’
He keeps walking.
‘That was a long time ago Diago! Please, don’t be mad.’ I get up and run after him, Christa’s mocking laughter ringing in my ears.
‘Please ... I don’t feel the same way now – anymore. Please Diago, understand.’
He suddenly swings around and glares at me. I shrink back when I see the fury in his eyes. ‘You ... I ... you stay away from me, Payton,’ he snarls.
‘But Diago, you ... ’
‘No!’ he roars, his fists raised, his nostril flaring.
I back off, terrified he’s going to strike me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he punches the air next to me and I gasp. Then he turns and storms out of the ranch, gets on his horse and rides away.
Crushed, I drag myself to my room and literally run into Troy. He looks at me with clenched jaws. Is he mad at me for humiliating his brother in public, for letting him down, for breaking his heart?
‘I don’t feel that way anymore, Troy,’ I croak. ‘I …I really care about him.’
He silently steps aside for me to pass.
I sit on my bed and think about Diago. Why the hell didn’t I destroy that diary? The moment my feelings towards Diago changed, I should have burnt that fucking book.
I look out the window? Where can he be? I humiliated him in front of his men. Well, Christa the bitch did, the fucking ... fucking ... uuuggh! I thump my pillow in frustration.
My diary was hidden deep between my linen so it couldn’t be discovered. Yet she found it. Obviously she had been searching my room looking for stuff she could use against me. Bitch!
*
It’s been a week since the diary incident and Diago still ignores me. He won’t even look at me. I’d like a chance to explain things but he’s not interested.
I hear him snapping at the men. He’s done that all week. The tension at the table is thick and everyone can’t wait for dinner to be over. Except Christa and Santana – they’re in high spirits.
But that soon changes. Something Christa says pisses Diago off and he yells at her, eliciting a profuse apology from her. I can gloat, but I don’t. I’m more concerned about Diago hurting inside.
Finally Diago scrapes back his chair and leaves the dining room, his dinner unfinished. Shortly after that, I hear him riding off.
My despair mushrooms.
End of Book Two
Also By Eve Rabi:
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