Page 29 of Vincenzo
“How did they find out?” he asks.
“They had our suite bugged.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yup,” I say, popping the P.
He runs his hand through his hair, placing the other on his hip, and paces a few times before the explosion I expected moments ago finally catches up to him.
“What thefuck?” he yells, then stops to face me again. “Amalia, how could this fucking happen? We scanned the room when we got here.”
“I know. They must have broken in sometime after that and planted them.”
He starts pacing again. “You know your uncle is going to kill us, right? This was supposed to be our plan to get what he wants.”
“You think I don’t know that? I’ve been trying to think of another plan, but at this point, the DiMaggios willnevertrust us.” And honestly, I don’t blame them. Their original reasoning for not wanting to work with us is valid, and now they know we were planning on kidnapping their family members to use as leverage to get what we want? Yeah, I get why they hate us.
Carlos halts his movements and slowly turns to look at me as if something has just dawned on him.
“What?” I ask, raising a brow at him.
“If they know about our plan, why haven’t they come after us?”
I would also like an answer to that question, but something tells me that after last night, I already have it.
Vincenzo might’ve been an absolute fucking dickwad for breaking into my room, having me use my vibrator on myself, then fucking taking it and finishing on my chest without letting me get off, but I’m beginning to wonder ifI’mthe reason he hasn’t come after us.
Regardless, with the threats he’s given, it’s only a matter of time before the DiMaggios come after Carlos and me, and we aren’t equipped to take them on, just the two of us.
“No idea, but I think we need to fall back. Tell my uncle our plan has been made, and get the hell out of here.”
There’s no point in us staying here any longer. My uncle is going to be livid we failed him, but there’s no way around this now, and to be honest, I’d really like to get back to Miami and focus on the one thing I haven’t been able to get out of my mind the past few months.
“But haven’t you wondered who did it?”
Carlos lets out a sigh and scratches the back of his head. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“I’ll call my uncle. Why don’t you start getting packed? I’ll see if I can get us the jet, but if not, we’ll just fly commercial. I think the sooner we get out of here, the better.” I had zero interest in being in NYC to begin with, but now after everything that’s happened, I really want to get the hell out of here.
“I’ll call him,” Carlos sighs out. “You go get packed, and I’ll make the dreaded phone call.”
“It’s alright, Carlos. I’m the lead on this, plus, he’smyuncle.”
Carlos pauses for a second. “Are you sure?”
I raise a curious brow at him. “Of course I’m sure. Since when do I shy away from confrontation?”
“Come on, Amalia. I know how things can be with your uncle. I’m just trying to save you from having that conversation with him.”
“It’s fine, I got it. Thanks, though,” I say, sliding off the barstool.
Picking up my phone off the counter, I press my uncle’s name. By the time I get to the privacy of my room, he answers.
“Hola, mija,¿Cómo estás?” How are you?
“Hola, Tío,”I greet back. “I have some… unfortunate news about the mission.”
There’s silence on the other end, not even the sound of his steady breaths coming through. If I couldn’t see the call is still connected, I would think he hung up on me.
