Page 46 of Vincenzo
Carlos drags his gaze to his.
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that. She said she had no idea you were going to be here because she really had no fucking idea.”
Carlos is silent for a few moments before saying, “Then what the fuck is this all about?”
“Well,” Enzo says, swinging his gun around like it’s just a prop that couldn’t hurt a fly. “My brother received an interesting text today.”
I watch Carlos as he takes in that information, and if it weren’t for my experience, I would’ve never noticed the slight twitch in his right eye that tells me he knows more about that text than he should.
A furrow forms in my brow as I glare at Carlos, who refuses to make eye contact with me. “Did you send Matteo DiMaggio a text from my phone today?” I ask him.
Without bringing his gaze to mine, he says, “I have no idea what you’re?—”
“Before you finish that sentence, I highly suggest you tell her the truth, or I will fucking shoot you,” Enzo says, aiming his gun back at him.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” he grinds out, and before I know it, Enzo’s hitting him over the head with his gun, causing him to release a yelp of pain.
“Okay, I lied,” Enzo says. “Every time you don’t tell her the truth, I’m just going to fucking hit you.Reallydraw out the process. It’s more fun that way, huh, Carlos?”
Carlos moans and lifts his head back up, a trail of blood already dripping down his forehead.
“Now, answer her question, because I’m dying to know the fucking answer to this one too.”
“I already told you,” he grinds out, “I don’t know what you’re?—”
A gunshot goes off, causing my heart to skip a beat and Carlos to yell,“Fuck!”
I snap my gaze to Enzo who has his gun aimed at Carlos’s leg. “Okay, so I lied again. You might want to consider the truth this time.” He shrugs. “Who knows what the fuck I’ll do next.”
“You were a fucking job, Amalia!” Carlos finally cries out. “That’s all you’ve ever been!”
My face blanches. “A job?” I say, not understanding his words.
Carlos grunts while the blood from the gunshot starts to seep through his jeans.
“Come on,” he groans out. “You know exactly what I mean?—”
Another gunshot goes off, and Carlos cries out once more.“¡Puta madre!”Motherfucker!he screams while grabbing his other leg that now has a matching bullet hole.
I whip my gaze to Enzo, who’s already looking at me with a smirk on his face.
“What? He’s fucking annoying as shit,” he says with a half shrug.
I shake my head and turn my gaze back to a moaning Carlos. “Tell me everything, and start from the beginning.”
“Tell your hound to stop fucking shooting me!” he yells while trying to apply pressure to his wounds.
“Tell her everything and I’ll consider it,” Enzo says, but I can tell by his lackadaisical tone that he doesn’t mean it. He’s already made up his mind on what he’s going to do with Carlos, and I don’t think anyone could stop him.
“Your uncle,” he spits out. “A couple months ago, he asked me to start keeping an eye on you.”
My heart drops and heat spreads throughout my body. “Keep an eye on me?”
Carlos nods.
“Why?” I demand.
“I don’t know, and I’m not just saying that,” he rushes out, snapping his gaze to Enzo, who has his finger so tight on the trigger I’m surprised the gun doesn’t go off again. “You don’t question Manuel Velasco. You just do what he fucking tells you to do.” He pauses, looking between me and Enzo before saying, “He told me to keep an eye on you and report back to him with your day-to-day, so I did. And when he told me to get rid of you, I set the plan in motion. He wanted to wipe his hands clean of your kill. Let the DiMaggios take care of you.”
