Page 20 of Vincenzo
I still have zero desire to follow through with kidnapping Luxtyn and Isabella, and now that Vincenzo might know our plan, this is going to be a lot more difficult—nearly impossible—to do.
“I’m going to bed,” I say.
“Already?” Carlos asks, and a smirk draws at his lips.
“It’s one in the morning. What else could I possibly be doing at this time?”
“Aww, come on, Amalia,” he says expectantly and in a playful manner.
My forehead creases as I consider what he’s trying to say. “Come on what, Carlos?”
He pushes himself off the edge of the counter and walks around the island so he’s directly in front of me. “Dancing at that club tonight brought back some memories.”
“Memories,” I repeat, not understanding where he’s going with this.
“Didn’t it remind you of the fun times we’ve had back home?” he asks.
Oh my gosh, is he seriously trying to hint at us fucking right now?
“Carlos, I’m really tired, so again, I’m going to bed.”
I turn around and head for my bedroom, but before I’m able to open the door, Carlos calls out, “You know where to find me if you change your mind.” His cocky tone has me rolling my eyes and pushing through my door.
When I get out of the shower, I’m still bothered by how Vincenzo knows about the kidnapping. Or maybe I’m just paranoid.I don’t fucking know.I keep going back and forth between the two.
If he does know about it, how did he find out? We weren’t in public when Carlos and I were on the phone with my uncle, and we haven’t spoken about it outside of this suite. It’s as if he’s…
Wait a second …
The thought going through my mind is ridiculous.Absolutely fucking ridiculous.Yet, knowing even the smallest amount that I do about Vincenzo, it does seem like something he’d do.
There’s only one way someone would know about the kidnapping plan, and that’s if they’d overheard it themselves.
Picking up my phone off the nightstand, I bring up the app I use to detect radio frequency signals.If there are any cameras in this room, I’m going to find them.
When the app takes over my screen, I watch the dial shift up and down in small movements. Not enough to tell me there are any hidden cameras within a few feet of me, though.
I slowly walk the perimeter of the room with my eyes glued to the phone screen. The range on this app isn’t great, so I do my best to cover every inch.
When I’m about to think I’m just a paranoid fuck, the dial on on my screen jumps, and I nearly jump with it.
This motherfucker.
I glance up at the wall and see a large black-and-white photo of the New York City skyline. As I run my eyes over the picture frame, I make sure to take in the edges, wondering if…
Holy shit. There it is.
I continue to run my gaze across the picture, ignoring the smallest camera in the top right corner of the frame, doing my best to make it look natural in case he’s watching me right now.
That fucking asshole bugged our suite.
So hedoesknow about the plan to kidnap Luxtyn and Isabella.
It all makes sense now.
But then why are we not dead yet? And why the fuck is he taking his anger out onme? This wasn’t even my fucking plan.
Heat rises up my neck until my face is boiling with rage. He’s been fucking spying on us for who knows how long, andin my room?
