His Secret Sin

With the drugs in his pocket, he made his way upstairs to her apartment. At first, he had every intention of knocking, but he needed to make sure she was free.

Melanie liked to fuck as if it was going out of fashion.

Opening the door, the stench of old food, stale sex, and dirt flooded his senses. He didn’t know how she was able to look in any way presentable. Her home clearly wasn’t kept.

“Oh, yes, oh fuck, that feels good. Your ass has seen a lot of cock, hasn’t it, whore?”

Melanie’s muffled response had Diego standing still. Looking around the corner, he saw the woman in question bent over the bed with a guy plowing into her ass. He had her ass cheeks spread and kept spitting down on his cock.

“Yeah, this is what it takes for some junk. You want to snort some happy powder, you got to pay the price.”

He didn’t have time to wait around for this shit to be over.

He withdrew the needle full of heroin, which he always kept on standby when he had to kill someone and make it look like an overdose.

Stepping up to the drug dealer, he plunged the needle into the man’s neck, giving him a huge sweep of heroin into his blood.

The man staggered back, the good stuff hitting his blood, and he passed out, jerking and convulsing.

Melanie let out a scream, but Diego wrapped his fingers around her neck.

“You shouldn’t have gone to her.”

Fear flashed in her eyes. “I needed money.”

“You will learn to do what I fucking say.” He reached into his pocket. “You and I, we’re going to have some fun with this.”

“Please, Diego. I didn’t tell her. I swear. She doesn’t know, and neither does her dad. They don’t know who you are or what it is you do.”

He wasn’t holding her tight enough to silence her. He didn’t want to hear her voice.

“Come on, let’s go and deal with this.”

****

Diego left Melanie’s home thirty minutes later.

The man who had been fucking her ass was dead from the heroin he’d injected, and Melanie was also gone. She finally snorted one too many lines for her own good. It would look like a drug deal gone bad, especially as Melanie already had the heroin that would look like she attacked her dealer for the coke.

He didn’t know where she got the heroin from, but he’d find out. There were enough drugs in the city that it could have come from anywhere, any supplier at any time.

Back in his car, he saw he had a couple of missed calls from Richard.

He called him back, starting up the car.

“When are you going to be back?” Richard asked.

“I’m heading back now.”

“Good. A guy still has to work to earn a living here.”

“Oh, please, one look at your place and I know you’re loaded and full of shit.”

“There’s a reason I’m loaded, and it’s not to be taken the piss out of by you or anyone else I work for.”

“I’ll be there. I thought we were friends,” he said, smirking. Richard had been hanging around him, trying to make the connection. It had all been a ploy because of Angelo, but he actually liked the guy. He didn’t talk incessantly, and he didn’t brag about the women he’d fucked.

He wasn’t so bad.

“Your mistress asks a lot of questions, and she makes it hard to lie to her.”

“What?”

“Belle is up, and I got to say, she is a sweetheart, no doubt about that. Only problem with a sweetheart, they’re like lie detectors. You want your secrets kept, you got to come and relieve me.”

Richard hung up the phone, and Diego pressed his foot on the gas, running through a couple of red lights, and thanking his lucky stars no one was around to see him breaking every fucking law he could to get to Belle.

She was going to find out sooner rather than later. He just wanted it to be a whole lot later.

Why the fuck do you want this?

She’s a blind chick.

You can have anyone you want. Why does it have to be her?

Diego didn’t get it.

He’d tried to walk away several times, knowing he was only going to hurt her more, but each time he found himself back to her, never wanting to let her go.

Running fingers through his hair, he knew he couldn’t let her go. But there was no way he could marry her, not with his future tied to Charlotte. He didn’t want that woman. He hadn’t even kissed her, or spent a single day with her. He sat beside her during dinners, started polite conversation, which was expected of him, but other than that, he didn’t do anything else.

He stayed away from it all.

The wedding was going ahead.

If he called it off, bringing Belle into his world, he would hurt her.