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“We’ll work on Pedro first, and then when he’s taken care of, we’ll work on your dad.”
“When’s your dad leaving?” I ask.
“On Thursday.”
“Then that’s the plan,” Amalia says. “We’ll get Pedro alone, get a confession, and then take him out just like he did our parents.”
28
AMALIA
Enzo and I have stayed in the hotel the past few days while we wait for my uncle to leave town, not wanting to risk anyone finding us.
Tonight, we were going to have dinner delivered—like we’ve been doing with all our meals—but the delivery time was exceedingly long, so Enzo went out to pick it up for us.
Heading out to the balcony, I place my wineglass on the table, then slide into the private hot tub that came with our suite.
Leaning back against the bubbling jets, I close my eyes and take a deep breath in, then let it out.
My phone dings with a notification.
Opening my eyes, I lean over and pick it up off the table to see a message from my cousin.
Armando: Dad’s leaving for Colombia tomorrow afternoon.
Me: Perfect. Any ideas for tracking down Pedro?
Armando: Get this—Diego needs me to meet Pedro at his place Friday night to pick up a stash before heading to the club.
Me: Well, that works perfectly now, doesn’t it?
Armando: My thoughts exactly.
Me: Then Friday it is. Text me when you know what time he’s going to get there.
Armando: I will. Buenas noches, prima.
Me: Buenas noches.
Placing my phone down on the table, I go back to relaxing in the hot tub. I rest my head back on the edge while gazing into the night sky. I can’t believe I’m this close to getting revenge for my parents’ deaths.
Closing my eyes, I let the jets massage my tender flesh while I think about Friday night.
I’m so consumed by my thoughts that I never hear the sliding glass door open to the balcony. One moment I’m in the hot tub by myself, daydreaming about Friday night, and the next, a pair of hands grabs ahold of my thighs and pulls me.
I take in a sharp breath and snap my eyes open.
“Enzo,” I say. The relief is in my tone, but my heart continues to beat erratically in my chest.
He tugs me onto his lap, wraps one arm around my waist, and places the other on my thigh. “Did I catch you off guard?” He chuckles.
“Jee, you think?” I say, swatting him in the chest. The water splashes around us.
“You seemed deep in thought there. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, actually, I was just thinking about Pedro.”
Enzo raises a brow at me. “Thinking about Pedro in the hot tub, huh?”
