Page 72 of Vincenzo
“I-I don’t understand why you guys are here and why your friend had to shoot me. My ass is on fucking fire!”
“Oh, man, I really hate that for you,” Armando says, and the sarcasm makes me smile.
His tone must be telling to Miguel, because his eyes widen again and his lip quivers as if he’s unsure what to say next.
“Here’s the thing, it’s come to my attention that you and your friends here participated in an event tonight that I have a real fucking problem with,” Armando says.
“We have no idea what you’re talking about.”
I raise my gun and aim it at Miguel. “Do me a favor and stop lying. It’s just going to make me shoot you quicker, and I promise the next spot I choose will hurt a lot more than that fat ass of yours.”
“He’s telling the truth,” one of the idiots on the couch says before sucking in a sharp breath from the wound in his knee.“We’ve been here all night, cutting the most recent bag of coke we got.”
I point my gun at this asshole’s other kneecap and shoot. “Would you shut the fuck up? I’m trying to have a conversation here.”
His loud screams fill the air, and I’m sure fucking happy Armando said this area keeps to themselves, because if they didn’t, there would be cops here already.
“There’s a pattern here, and you fucking jackasses would be wise to figure it out. You keep lying, I keep shooting.”
“What do you want?” Miguel grinds out.
“Well, for starters, I would like to know who told you to take Amalia Velasco out?”
After a few moments of silence, I aim my gun at Miguel’s dick. “Choose your next words wisely, or Iwillshoot your fucking dick off. Can’t say I’ve ever done that before, but I’m more than happy to have you pop that cherry for me.”
“Fine,” he rushes out. “It was Manuel… Manuel Velasco.”
And there’s the confirmation we needed.
“What exactly did he say to you?”
“I didn’t ask questions. He came to me, right to my front door,” he says, nodding at the kicked-in monstrosity behind me. “Said he had a job for me and that he’d pay me in cash and a brick of coke.”
“And you just said yes?” I ask, not believing him. Anyone would be fucking curious as to why an uncle would be calling a hit on their own niece.
“When Manuel has a job for you, you don’t ask questions. Plus, the pay was great.”
I let out a breath between my teeth. “Well, I really hope the coke and money was worth it these past few hours.”
Miguel’s eyes widen when they lock in on my gun, but instead of taking a shot at him, I go for his friends, shooting them both in the heads.
“Please!” Miguel yells, cowering on the floor like the bitch he is. “Don’t fucking do this! She was just a job!”
“She’snota fucking job, Miguel,” I grit out through my teeth. “She’s the woman I fucking love, and you chose the wrong damn side when you decided drugs and money were more important than her life.”
“I’ll do anything you want!” he scrambles out, tears starting to fall from his eyes.“Anything.”
I walk up to Miguel and squat in front of him. “There’s only one thing I want from you.” His eyes widen and twinkle under the lights in a desperate plea of hope. “Your fucking life.”
Without another word, I bring my gun up under Miguel’s chin and pull the trigger. Blood splatters all over my clothes and across my face.
Pushing myself up to a stand, I turn around and walk toward Armando who’s already holding out a handkerchief to me.
“Thanks,” I say, taking it from him. “And thanks for the backup.”
“Doesn’t seem like you really needed any,” he says with a smirk.
I chuckle. “Oh, I didn’t. But it was still nice to have it just in case.”
