Page 64 of Vincenzo
She lets out an exhausted sigh and says, “My uncle wants me dead because I discovered the men he killed a decade ago for my parents’ deaths weren’t actually the men who killed them.”
What the fuck?
My brows crinkle. I want to ask more questions, but I need to get more information about the men who attacked her tonight.
“We’ll talk about that tomorrow. Let’s focus on the men who attacked you. Are there any other descriptors you were able to pick up on other than the name Miguel?”
“No, but my cousin might be able to help with that. He knows everyone.”
“Armando?”
“Yeah.”
I furrow my brow. “Let me get this straight… Armando’s your uncle’s son… the uncle who wants you dead… and you think he’s going tohelpyou?”
“Armando is nothing like his dad.”
“How do you know, Amalia? What if he’s been playing you this entire time?”
She shakes her head. “He’s not like that.”
“How do you know?”
“Just trust me, okay? You don’t know him. He’snothinglike that.” Amalia turns her head to look out the window, shutting me out.
I don’t know this Armando guy, but I fully plan on having an in-depth conversation with him as soon as I fucking meet him.
When I pull up to the hotel, I snag the only suite they had left, then we head up to the room.
“I don’t have any clothes,” she says once we get inside.
“I can go back to your place and grab some things for you. Just let me know if there’s anything in particular you want. For now, I have a T-shirt you can borrow.”
She nods and takes a seat at the table, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little surprised she didn’t fight me on that.
Watching her sit there, I note the tired-and-defeated look in her eyes. She must be exhausted with everything that’s happened, but even so, she’s still fighting.
Most people would’ve taken the out I gave her by going back to NYC where my family and I are able to protect her… But not Amalia.
She takes her phone out of her pocket and says, “Shit. Armando’s been trying to call me. I need to call him back.”
Putting her phone on speaker, she places it on the table, and I take a seat next to her.
“Where are you?” Armando demands, and the protective instinct in me wants me to tell him not to use that fucking tone of voice with her.
“I’m at The Palms.”
“What the hell are you doing there? I told you to stay at your condo.”
Amalia swallows deeply. “Yeah, I know, but here’s the thing. I kind of went to Diamonds without you.”
“Yeah… I gathered that since you’re not home right now. Why are you there?”
“You know how you said my place probably isn’t the safest place to be? Well, I decided you were right, and now I’m at The Palms… with Enzo.”
“Enzo?”
Amalia clears her throat and says, “Yeah. Um. He’s actually sitting next to me right now.”
