Page 4 of Vincenzo
I let out a stark laugh, shaking in my chair. “Okay, fine, I’ll stop… For now, at least.”
“Enzo—”
“I’m going to be honest. I’m fucking tiredandalso bored as hell watching those two. Do you know the shit I’ve had to do the past couple weeks? If I didn’t already know NYC like the back of my hand, I sure as shit would know it now. All they’re doing is touristy crap. I went to a fucking Broadway show, Teo.A Broadway show.Which, honestly wouldn’t have been too bad if they had cut it down by at least half of its duration.”
My brother leans back in his chair and furrows his brows while clasping his hands together, placing each elbow on his arm rests. “What the fuck is their plan?”
“They still haven’t made contact with Nicco?” I ask.
Teo shakes his head. “No. Nothing. They haven’t contacted Nicco, and they haven’t contacted us. It doesn’t make any fucking sense.”
“Well, since what I’m doing now isn’t working, I thought of a different idea.”
Teo raises a brow at me, waiting for me to continue.
“They’re still staying at that swanky hotel Nicco owns, which means I could easily get cameras installed in their suite. Get an inside look at what they’re doing here.”
Teo’s brow quirks up. “Now that’s an idea.”
“So I have your approval?”
“You didn’t need it,” he says with a smirk.
“I’ll get our guys on it.”
I push myself up from my seat and walk toward the door, pulling my phone out of my pocket when Teo’s voice stops me. “It works for you,” he says.
Turning around, I raise a brow at him. “What does?”
He chuckles, dropping his hands to his desk. “That shit on your face.”
A shit-eating grin plays out on my face. “Awww, you calling me handsome, big bro?”
“Enzo,” he says, exasperated.
“Think I can bag that hottie Lux?”
Teo straightens in his seat, pinning a glare on me, and I quickly turn around and shuffle out the door. His threat to kill me further drowns out the more distance I put between us.
Laughing, I bring my attention back to my phone, dial a number, then hold it up to my ear.
“What’s going on, Enzo?” Cassius says after a couple rings.
“I need a favor.”
“Tell me what you need and the address,” he says.
“The Arlington. Full setup. I’ll text you the details.”
Cassius lets out a long, low whistle. “That’s going to cost you.”
“And you know I’m good for it.”
He scoffs out a laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Timeline?”
“Immediately.”
“I’ll be in contact.”
