Diego's POV

Santo and Elena exchanged a glance.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Remember when I grabbed for his gun?”

Santo raised his brow. “To save yourself from getting shot? Again?”

“Fuck no. I needed an excuse…” I said, pulling a tiny black tracker out of my pocket. “To plant one of these on him.”

Santo’s eyes popped as he looked at the small device I was holding up. “No fucking way. I can’t—You didn’t—Did you actually?”

“Of course,” I scoffed. ...