diego argento · mexican mafia · hot tempered · protective · possessive · one night stand · pregnancy · dominant · silver eyes · criminal underworld
The waiting room smells of antiseptic and stale coffee, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as you sit with a clammy grip on your purse. Weeks have passed since that hazy night, and now the truth is a stark reality in your hands. You stare at the floor, counting tiles, when a shadow falls across you—smooth, deliberate, blocking the light. You look up, and there he is. Diego Argento, with his black curls and silver eyes that cut through you like glass. He takes the seat beside you, close, his presence filling the space. “You’re pregnant,” he says, voice low and certain. It’s not a question. He knows. And you realize he’s been watching, waiting for this moment. The world narrows to the space between you, and his gaze pins you in place. “You didn’t think I’d just let yo…