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“One way or another, it will be,” I say, knowing I’ll have to do exactly what my brother is insinuating if I find out Amalia sent that message.
There’s an uneasy rage running through me. Rage because of the threat of my family’s lives, and uneasiness because I don’tknow what the fuck is going on. But by the end of the night, I sure as hell will.
18
AMALIA
When I got Vincenzo’s text earlier, I was planning on ignoring it, but then he repeatedly called me until I answered. You could say I was curious to hear how his night went.
When I answered the phone, he sounded about as pissed as I guessed he’d be, but all he said was to get my ass to his office at the club. After taking an absurdly long time to get ready, I made my way to Fierce, and now I’m here, being escorted up these metal steps by his security guard.
“Alright, I’m here,” I say as I walk into his office, stopping in front of the red velvet couch. The guard shuts the door behind me, and a heavy, eerie feeling takes over the room.
Vincenzo’s standing at his mini bar, pouring himself a drink, looking surprisingly more relaxed than he sounded on the phone earlier.
“You want one?” he asks, his back still facing me. He might look relaxed, but the air is tight in here.
“I’m good, thanks.”
He turns around, bringing the crystal glass up to his lips, then pauses as he slowly rakes his gaze up my body beforeslamming the drink back and placing the empty cup on the bar top.
Picking up his gun, he walks over to me, and I make sure to keep my eye on it.Apparently, someone’s still a little salty about being cuffed to their bed all night.
“Where’s your phone, Amalia?” he asks.
A crinkle in my brow forms at his question and the threat of his gun in his hand. “Um, why?”
Stopping in front of me, he says, “Let me see it.”
“Um,why?” I repeat, eyeing the gun he has down by his side.
“Indulge me,” he says.
Shaking my head, I take my phone out of the pocket of my blazer and hand it to him. My eyes never leave the gun at his side.
He holds my phone up to my face so the facial recognition unlocks the screen. I watch carefully while he looks through it.What the hell is going on?
“Do you usually keep this on you at all times?” he asks, brows furrowed while he continues concentrating on my phone.
“Yes?”
Vincenzo lifts his gaze to mine and raises a brow. “Was that a question or is that your answer?”
I roll my eyes. “It’s always in my vicinity.”
“But do you have eyes on it atalltimes?”
I give an annoyed shrug at his interrogation, ignoring the fact that he could pull his gun on me at any second. “Technically, no. Why? What’s with all the questions?”
Letting out a sigh, he gives me my phone back. “My brother received a text from you this morning,” he says.
I nearly choke on my own spit. “Excuse me? I don’t even have his number.”
“Looks like the message was deleted from your phone and his number was blocked so you couldn’t get a response back even if he had tried to respond.”
What the hell is he talking about?
“And what did this message say?” I ask.
