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My phone dings in my hand and I look down to see it’s a text with the information I’ve been waiting on from Cassius.
“Well, it’s been fun, Fabien.” I rise from my seat. “I can see myself out.”
I walk to the door, but it bursts open and a tall man who looks to be around my age in a crisp black suit walks in. He looks at me, then slides his gaze to Fabien.
“¿Señor Velasco?”Fabien says, and a smile breaks out of my face.
Velasco.
He slides his gaze back to mine and raises a brow at me. “Enzo, I presume?” he says with a smirk.
“Armando,Ipresume?” I say, extending a hand to him. “Nice to officially meet you.”
“You too,” he says, shaking it. “I have a feeling you’re here to do what I was about to do?”
“If that means find out who the fuckers are that jumped Amalia and get this idiot to delete the footage and pretend like tonight never happened, then yes.”
“This was for Armando Velasco?” Fabien says from behind me. “Had you just told me that in the first place, we could’ve skipped over that whole sour beginning we had.”
“You know this idiot?” I ask Armando.
“I know everyone in this city,” he says coolly.
“Right. Well, I had him delete the footage and whatever backups he has.” I go to push past him so I can go find these guys who attacked Amalia, but he moves to stand in front of me.
I raise a brow at him. “Is there something I can help you with?”
The smallest smirk lifts at the corner of his mouth. His cool demeanor is interesting. Similar to mine, but I don’t know if I like that too much.
“Amalia’s like a sister to me.”
“Yeah, and?”
“Did you see who did this to her?”
“They were wearing masks.”
“Did you get a getaway vehicle?”
I debate on whether I want to tell him. I was planning on handling this situation on my own, but being in a city I have zero experience in? It might not be the worst idea to have backup.
“I did.”
“Care to share it with the room?”
“How about we have a bonding experience, and you can come with me to skin these motherfuckers alive?”
A small smile breaks out on Armando’s face, then he steps to the side and extends a hand toward the door. “After you.”
I step past him, but before I exit the room, he says, “Forget any of this happened, Fabien, or else I’ll be back to sink a bullet in your head.”
“Already covered that, Armando. Now, chop, chop, we have three fuckers to debone.”
And I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
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