Page 16 of Vincenzo
“I know the shit you’ve been through and the line of work we’re in can be a lot, but sometimes, you can be fun, Amalia. You should let that side of you out more often than not.”
Fun.
Now there’s an idea.
I raise a brow, and a smirk tugs at my lip when the idea of what I can do to push Vincenzo comes to mind. Something that tells him he can throw all the threats he wants at me, but I’m not going anywhere.
“How about fun Amalia comes out tonight?”
Carlos’s brows shoot up, then a sly smile takes over his bearded face. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’m in the mood to dance, and I think I know just the place to go.”
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VINCENZO
She’s still here.
She’s still fucking here after I told her ass to leave. And to think I gave her the courtesy ofnottelling my brother about her plan.
If Teo knew about the Velascos’ plan to kidnap Izzy and Lux, he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of the problem. Usually, I’d be the one to get rid of it for us, but there’s something about that little hellion that has me wanting to keep her alive.
It’s fucking infuriating.
But even though I don’t plan on following through with my threat, I don’t want her in my city… and she’s still in my fucking city.
A knock sounds at my office door, drawing my attention to the small window at the top of it. I nod at Rocco to come in.
“What’s up?” I ask from behind my desk.
“A couple people just showed up who I think might be of interest to you,” he says.
“A couple people?” I ask, raising a brow at him.I swear if he says who I think he’s going to say…
Rocco nods. “Yup. Who you’re thinking of; yes.”
I let out a long sigh and say, “Velasco and Montoya?”
His nod has me rising from my seat and stalking over to the window that overlooks the dance floor. “Where?” I bark out.
“Right in the middle of the dance floor,” Rocco says, pointing in the direction.
I scan the area and find her quickly. Heat rises throughout my body while she dances with fucking Montoya with a drink in her hand.
She’s swaying her hips to the beat of the music while Montoya’s fingers grip her waist in a possessive way that doesn’t sit well with me. Her hair falls around her heart-shaped face as she rolls her head from side to side.
“Bring her up here,” I growl out.
“You want Montoya too?” Rocco asks.
“Nah. Just her.”
Rocco exits my office and heads toward the stairs that lead to the dance floor. I keep my eyes placed firmly on Amalia while he makes his way to her. When she lifts her head, she runs her fingers through her hair, whisking it out of her face as she makes eye contact with him.
She continues to move her hips to the music while Rocco leans over and speaks in her ear, and as if it’s déjà vu, her eyes snap up to my window and she shakes her head.
Did she just fucking tell me no?
