Page 63 of Vincenzo
“Are you hurt?”
“He just got me in the back of the head, but I’m fine.”
I quickly inspect her head, and she winces when I brush my hand over a spot in the middle.
“It’s just a little tender,” she says, and I pull my hand away.
“What the fuck happened, Amalia?”
“I was attacked by some guys. I think my uncle sent them after me,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“Okay, we need to get you out of here.”
“I can go to a hotel.”
“You’re right. You can, and I’m taking you.”
“I have my own car,” she says. “I can do it myself.”
“Pleasedo not fucking argue with me right now. I understand you’re a strong, independent woman and all, but you were just attacked.Let me help you.”
Amalia gazes up into my eyes and gives me a small nod. “You want to follow me to a hotel?”
“No, I’ll drive you. Come on.”
“What about my car?”
“Your uncle knows what car you drive, which means he’ll be looking for it. We’re leaving it here.”
She gives me another small nod, then gets out of her car.
When we get in my rental, I take off out of the parking lot and head for a hotel. “I need you to tell me everything you can while the details are still fresh in your mind.”
“There were three of them, but I’m not sure who they were.” She coughs, then rubs the red swollen marks on her neck.
My fingers tighten around the steering wheel, whitening my knuckles to a degree I’ve never seen before.They’re going to fucking die for laying their hands on her.
“One of their names was Miguel.”
“Miguel. You’re sure?”
She nods. “I heard one of the guys say Miguel. He was referring to the one who had the bag over my head… The one I stabbed.”
“You stabbed him?”
“Yeah, he’s the one that punched me in the back of the head.”
Even though rage is filling my body that this fucker laid his hands on my girl, the fact Amalia stabbed him brings a smile to my face.
“Do you know who this Miguel is?’
“No. They all had masks on, but even so, I’m not sure who Miguel is.”
“We need to get you out of here. Miami isn’t safe for you. It would be best if we go back to New Yorknow.”
“No. I can’t. Not when I’m this close to uncovering the truth.”
“The truth about what? What aren’t you telling me?” I demand, which I immediately regret, given everything that just happened to her.
