Page 61 of Vincenzo
“Well, hello to you too,” I mumble.
“Why haven’t you been picking up your phone?”
“Um, because it died.”
He lets out a long sigh like it’s the first time he’s been able to breathe, and I have to admit, hearing his voice does something to me. “Thank God you’re alive.”
“Of course I’m alive. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Dumb question on my part, but it’s already out there.
“You cannot just fucking leave like that, Amalia,” he scorns.
“Do not speak to me like I’m a child.”
“Well, don’t fucking act like one.”
My jaw drops.
“I’m sorry,” he sighs out. “That’s… that’s not how I meant for that to come out.”
“You sure about that?”
“Iamsorry.” His tone is so desperate I can already see him running his hands through his hair. “I’ve just been going insane not being able to get ahold of you. Knowing your uncle is out to kill you, and finding out you checked out of The Arlington this morning? I’ve been desperate to get a hold of you to make sure you’re okay. To make sure you’re still fuckingalive.”
“You werethatworried about me?” I ask while crossing the parking lot to my car.
“Yes, I wasthatfucking worried about you. Where are you? I’m at your condo.”
“What? You’re at my condo?”
“In it, actually. It’s quite nice. Open-concept plan. Lots of windows to get that natural sunlight in. You have a hot tub on your balcony. I approve. Lots of sexy lingerie too.”
“How the hell did you get access to my condo?”
There’s a pause on the other line before he says, “I have my ways.”
That halts me in my steps. “No, seriously… How did you get in there? My security is top notch.”
“Let’s just say you’re not the only one who has a guy that can override security systems.”
“Of course. Look, I’m about to get back to my car and head home, but I have to make a phone call real quick to Armando.”
“Who’s Armando?” he asks, and the way he says it has me laughing.
“I’m sorry, is that jealousy I detect over my cousin?”
Enzo chuckles, and the sound brings a smile to my face.
I’m about to open the door to my car when out of nowhere, a plastic bag comes crashing down over my head.
Dropping my phone, I let out a scream when someone behind me tightens their hold on the bag, and I quickly realize what they’re doing.
They’re trying to suffocate me.
My heart picks up pace as my fight-or-flight response kicks in, and my body tries to force itself out of this situation.
Shit. My uncle must’ve figured out I’m back in the city.
