Page 33 of Vincenzo
When the ding finally sounds and the doors open, I pause for a moment before getting off. I peer into the apartment that opens up into a foyer with high ceilings.
When I finally step out of the elevator, I make my way through the grand space. My heels click on the marble floor as I walk down the hall into what seems to be the living room. I gaze out the floor-to-ceiling windows, taking in the sun setting behind the tall buildings, casting its orange hues across the skies.
“Damn, this place is nice,” I mumble. It reminds me of my condo back home, but far more excessive than anything I’d ever need. My place is located in the heart of Miami, giving me the best views of the city. Similar to this place.
I continue to familiarize myself with Vincenzo’s home. The light furniture is a perfect contrast to the dark walls, and the gold accents add a cool vibe to the space.
When I make my way down another hallway, I find a couple bedrooms. They’re both large enough to be master suites, but Iquickly figure out which one’s Vincenzo’s based on the closet full of clothes—suits to last a lifetime.
Being the nosy person I am, I open his nightstand and have to hold back the laugh begging to bubble past my lips when I take out two sets of shiny metal handcuffs.
“Well, this makes me wonder: is he the one that likes being tied up or…?”
I quickly drop the cuffs back into the nightstand and close it, shaking off the visualization of him being in that situation with another woman.
Opening up the drawer further, I find a red vibrator.My red vibrator.
“Pendejo,”I mutter, shoving it in my pocket.
Assuming it’ll be a while before he gets back, I decide to move my nosy self onto something else. But just when I’m about to go through some more of his things, I hear the distant sound of a ding that sounds an awful lot like an elevator.
Well, that was conveniently quick of him.
“You might as well come out.” His chilly voice echoes down the hallway. “I have a secondary silent alarm that went off the second you broke into the garage, so I already know you’re in here. If you don’t want me to shoot you, I’d suggest you make yourself known.”
Of course he does.
His threat should have me speaking up and cowering to the floor, begging for my life, but it actually brings a sly smile to my face.
Pulling my knife out of the holster around my thigh, I throw it up in the air, letting it flip a couple times before catching it.
“Alright,” Vincenzo says, his voice getting louder. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
A shadow in the hallway catches my eye, telling me he’s close. I bring my knife back over my shoulder and wait.
The door moves slightly, opening itself up a little more, and as soon as Vincenzo’s dark hair is visible, I throw my knife, aiming just to the left of his head, pinning the sharp blade into the doorframe.
The door is thrown open and Vincenzo’s gun is on me in a second. Holding my hands in the air in an innocent manner, I give him a cheeky grin. “Oops. Looks like I missed.”
“What thefuck, Amalia. Breaking into my house and trying to kill me? You mustreallyhave a death wish.”
I shrug, then drop my hands to my sides. “Please, if I really wanted to kill you, you would already be dead.”
He yanks my knife from the doorframe and turns back to me, holding it in the air with his gun still aimed directly at me. “Explain this then.”
I give him another loose shrug. “Like I said, if I really wanted to kill you, you’d already be on the floor.” I give him a small laugh that has him tilting his head at me.
“You’re fucking insane,” he mumbles but drops his gun.
“I’ve been called worse.”
“What’re you doing breaking into my apartment and helping yourself to my room?”
“Oh, I didn’t realize we had to have permission to enter each other’s rooms now.”
“You’re skating on thin ice, Amalia,” he warns, but it doesn’t have me backing down.
“It’s not very fun when someone enters your space without permission, huh?”
