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“No!” Armando snaps out. “And don’t fucking bring it up again.”
I sulk back in my seat, knowing there’s no sense in arguing with him. “Fine. I was trying to think of a way to buy me a little more time to figure out what’s going on, but since you insist?—”
“Oh, I absolutely fucking insist. That was the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard come out of your mouth.”
“Okay,asshole, I get it. I was just thinking your dad is going to find out that Carlos is no longer alive soon, which means he’s going to start questioning where I am. I don’t need a ton of time, but I need enough time to go to Felipe’s men and see if they know anything about what he knew.”
“You think they do?” Armando asks.
“I know they do. The guys I questioned before I left for NYC were newer to his crew. I need to find Alejandro and José. I know they would know because there’s no way he wouldn’t open his mouth about something like that.”
Armando silently thinks for a few seconds. “Then why don’t we start there?” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“Instead of your insane idea of going to my dad in hopes that it’ll buy you time, why don’t we just go to Felipe’s men? We’re going to have to make sure you stay under the radar so word doesn’t get out that you’re back in the city, but we can probably buy ourselves the same amount of time pretending you’re not here versus going to my dad.”
“Okay … I actually like that idea. We need to work fast and find them tonight.”
“They’ll probably be at Fabien’s club tonight.”
“They go there often?” I ask.
“Lately, yes. Ever since Felipe was killed, actually.”
I nod. “Okay, then that settles it. We’ll head there tonight, and we won’t leave until we get an answer.”
“I think you should come back to my place,” Armando says. “I don’t like you staying here by yourself.”
“Oh, come on. Your dad doesn’t know I’m back yet, and I have the best security money can buy.”
“Yeah, but you never know. I think you should stay with me.”
“Please, Armando. I haven’t been able to sleep in the comfort of my own bed in way too long. I just need to get some rest for tonight, and if you’re worried about me staying in my place after we talk to Alejandro and José, then I’ll go back to yours after, okay?”
Armando shakes his head, and I know he doesn’t agree with my decision, but he finally mutters, “Fine, but I still don’t love this idea.”
“Gracias, primo,”I say sweetly, then get out of the car.
When I get up to my condo, I drop my luggage and head straight for my bed, still thinking about everything that’s happened and everything that’s about to happen.
Coming back to Miami might’ve been one of the most dangerous things I could do, but if it takes risking my life tofigure out what the hell is going on, then so be it. I need to know the truth, and I’m finally going to have it tonight.
21
VINCENZO
Walking into my brother’s house, I make my way to the kitchen where I can already smell coffee being made.
“Let me get one of those,” I say, rounding the corner, then I’m met with my sister’s confused gaze.
“One of what?” she asks with an arched brow.
“What’re you doing here?” I ask, confused since she moved in with her boyfriend a while ago.
“Didn’t I ask you a question first?”
I chuckle while ignoring her question, and walk up and take the freshly poured espresso from in front of her. “Thanks, baby sis. I really needed this, this morning.”
