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Carlos lets out another moan of pain. “I’m going to bleed out if you don’t get me?—”
Another gunshot goes off, then Carlos’s dead weight falls over on the couch, a bullet hole fresh in the side of his head.
“Great,” Enzo mumbles. “I really fucking liked that couch.”
“What the hell!” I yell at him. He still has his gun aimed at Carlos’s dead body.
“That’s all the fucking meathead knew,” he says, shoving his Glock into the waistband of his pants.
“So you just… killed him?”
Enzo turns to face me. “Why would I keep him alive? You heard him. He tried to get you killed. What exactly did you think would happen if I didn’t shoot him?”
“Oh, and now you care what happens to me?” I snap. “The fucking sex trafficker.The kidnapper.” The anger from the betrayal I feel from Carlos and my uncle begins to take over, making me lash out at Enzo, even if it’s not justified at this moment.
“Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have called you that, but I already told you I?—”
“Enzo,” I snap.
Holding up his hands, he says, “Alright, alright, alright. The fucking scumbag deserved to die, and you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”
I shake my head. I can’t deal with this. Not when my entire life just came crashing down on me. My mind begins to spiral, questioning everything I know. My entire upbringing. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Why would your uncle want you dead, Amalia?” Enzo asks, his tone turning serious, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Crossing my arms in front of me, suddenly feeling vulnerable, I say, “If I knew the answer to that question, do you think I’d still be working for him?”
I have a feeling Idoknow the answer to that question, and it has the biggest knot forming in the pit of my stomach.
Carlos said my uncle asked him to start watching me a couple months ago. That was around the same time I killed Felipe.
“But haven’t you wondered who did it?”
Felipe’s words come screaming back to me. I close my eyes, begging my instincts to be wrong, but I don’t believe in coincidences.
My uncle started having Carlos watch me around the time I killed Felipe, and now he’s called a hit on me. Why would he do that? Unless he thinks I know something I’m not supposed to know.
Enzo narrows his gaze on me, and a crinkle forms in his brow. “I think you might have an idea,” he says.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “But I need to leave.”
I go to step past him, but he wraps his hand around my wrist. “Where are you going?” he demands.
“I’m going back to my hotel. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a lot of shit I need to take care of now.”
He stares down at me, and just when I think he’s about to fight me on this, he releases me and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, just let me know if you need anything. I’ll get this cleaned up,” he says, pointing to Carlos’s dead body.
I pause for a few seconds before finally saying, “Yeah, I’ll do just that.” Then without another word, I brush past Enzo, leaving him with Carlos’s body while I try and figure out what the hell I’m going to do next.
19
VINCENZO
“Everything’s all cleaned up,” Rocco says to me while I stare off into space, sitting at my desk, deep in thought about everything that just happened, and still stuck in the same damn pants I just fucking came in like a teenage boy.
“You want me to get you a new couch?” he asks, and I finally turn my attention to him.
“Well, since you so graciously offered, yes. That couch holds some dear memories of mine, but yes, I would love a new fucking couch. The meathead had to go and ruin that one.”
