Diego's POV

“What the bloody fuck are you wearing?”

I was in the gym, pushing through the burn of a bench press when Santo found me.

He wore a dirty black hoodie and ripped jean shorts that stopped above his knees. I finished my set, racked the weights, and gave his outfit a disapproving look.

“Kiss my ass, man. I was undercover.”

“As what? A douche-y high school jock with a room temperature IQ?”

Santo rolled his dark eyes and sat on the bench across from me.

“Do you want to know ...