Page 60 of Vincenzo
“I promise. We just know Pedro is the one who really killed your parents. We don’t know why.”
I study José long and hard for another minute. I could kill him and cover up any potential repercussions from this discussion, but in all reality, Alejandro and José are the least of my worries. After all, theydidgive me the information I needed. They might not know why Pedro killed my parents, but I’m pretty sure I do.
“Neither of you saw me here tonight, understood?”
Alejandro and José both nod frantically.
“And I highly suggest you go back to your table and tell your friends that they also did not see me here tonight.”
They nod again.
“If I find out my name has escapedanyof your lips, I’m coming for you all. Do you understand?”
They nod again.
“Use your fucking words.”
“S… sí,”they both stammer out at the same time.
When I leave the club, I decide to go out the back way since it’s quicker than the entrance. When I open the door, the musty smell of rain hits me. The ground is wet, but the night sky is clear now.
Now that I know Pedro was responsible for my parents’ deaths, I’m going to get the revenge that should’ve been served to him years ago.
This information seeps into my skin, making my anger consume me. The fucking bastard has been walking around, living the best damn life for a decade while my parents were buried six feet under.
Tell me how this is fair!
Pedro might’ve been the one who pulled the trigger, but my uncle is behind this, I’m sure of it. Iknowthere’s more to this story, and I’m going directly to Pedro to find out. I’ll beat it outof him if I have to, and once I do, I’ll end his life, just like he did my parents.
I take my phone out of my pocket, knowing I need to fill Armando in on this information, but am immediately met with several notifications from Enzo.
Shit. I completely forgot.
I open up the messages.
Enzo: Call me.
Enzo: Where are you?
Enzo: How could you go back to Miami knowing your uncle tried to kill you?
Enzo: I’m flying down there.
Enzo: Please fucking call me, Little Hellion.
Enzo: I’m worried about you.
Shit. That last one has little butterflies erupting in my stomach, but I don’t have time to deal with this right now.
Ignoring his messages, I go to my cousin’s number, but before I’m able to press call, Enzo’s number pops up on my screen.
My heart flutters at the sight while I contemplate ignoring it, knowing I have so much shit to deal with right now.
“Fuck,”I mutter, then reluctantly answer.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” Enzo bellows.
