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“Your friend here looks like he’s a gun guy, and since my metal detectors would’ve picked up on that, I’m going to assumeyouhave something.” She raises that perfectly arched brow of hers and gives me a small laugh before darting that gorgeous pink tongue out to lick her crimson lips.
“Well, your assumption is incorrect,” she says, but she’s lying. If I had to guess, I’d say her knife is hidden in one of those thigh-high boots of hers. I’ll have to save figuring that one outfor another time. If she tries pulling her knife on me, it’ll be the last time she doesanything.
“Take a seat,” I order, pointing to the two chairs across my desk, then I lower myself into mine.
Amalia takes her seat first, and when she notices Carlos hasn’t made a move yet, she says, “Sit, Carlos.”
Her eyes remained glued to mine, and I can’t help but let out another chuckle. “I see who wears the pants in this relationship.”
“It’s not a relationship,” she says.
I quirk a brow at her. “Oh, touchy, touchy.” Leaning forward, I rest my arms on my desk and add, “Does the big guy know that?”
An incoherent grumble sounds from Carlos as I sit back in my chair and rest my elbows on the armrests.
“Okay, you got the stupid bullshit comment out of the way,” Amalia says. “Clearly, you know who we are.”
Straight to the point. Good.
“Clearly,” I say with a nod. “But what I would like to know is what the fuck you’re doing in my city?”
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AMALIA
“I’m surprised you don’t know the answer to that,” I say, curious to see just how much Vincenzo knows about us.
Scowling, he says, “You really want to continue playing this little game we’ve been at for the past two weeks? Where you go around trying to cover up asking about my family by doing boring ass touristy shit?”
My eyes narrow slightly, then I relax them about as quickly as I tightened them. But the movement doesn’t seem to go unnoticed by Vincenzo because he lets out a humorous scoff and says, “Yeah, I know you’ve been asking around about us, and I know you haven’t learned anything you can’t find out from a simple Google search.”
“So you do know why we’re here.” I pause to see if he’ll say anything else, but he doesn’t. He continues to watch me in a certain regard. “Alright, the games are over, so let’s not pretend like you don’t know what we want.”
He smirks at me, then takes a sip of his amber drink. Setting it back down on his desk, he says, “Port access, I’m assuming?” I’m pretty sure there’s some underlying humor in that question.
“Yes, port access, Vincenzo,” I say with an exasperated sigh.The sooner we can form an alliance, the sooner I can get back home and figure out if there was any truth to what Felipe said about my parents.
He tilts his head at me, and the corner of one side of his mouth lifts. “You can call me Enzo.”
The smirk this man seems to constantly wear is getting on my nerves. Sure, it’s sexy as sin, but annoying, nonetheless.
I lift a brow at him. “I’d really rather not.”
Sitting back in his seat, he lets out a deep chuckle that I feel from across the desk. “We’ll see about that,” he mumbles.
“Look, you don’t want us here, right?”
Vincenzo nods in Carlos’s direction. “This one I could do without, but you,” he says, his gaze fixed on me. “You, I might be able to get used to.”
A sardonic laugh falls from my lips. “You’re one of those, aren’t you?”
“Well, that depends on what you mean bythose.”
It’s written in the smirk on his face. Vincenzo DiMaggio is insanely good-looking with an overly confident demeanor to go with his boyish yet manly looks. One I’m sure many girls—not me—fall for on the daily.
Leaning forward in my seat, I give him the sweetest fucking smile I can muster and say, “Let’s cut the bullshit,Vincenzo. We’re here to make a deal for port access. You’re tired of the games. I’m sure as shit tired of the games, so let’s figure this out so I can go home.”
“Amalia, are you sure?—”
