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“Fine, but you’re not doing this alone. I’m going to be right by your side, and when the confession leaves those bastards’ lips, we’ll do it together. You got Pedro… and I got my dad.”
“You know what that means, right? Taking out your dad means you’ll be the new kingpin. It’s what you’ve always wanted.”
“It is… I just didn’t realize it would come so soon… and at the hands of my mom’s death.”
“I know. I’m so sorry, Armando.” The look on her face makes me want to do everything in my power to never see that pain in her beautiful honey-colored eyes again.
“Do not apologize for those assholes, Amalia. Let’s just fucking get them.”
“I’m exhausted right now, but come over tomorrow and we’ll come up with a plan, okay?”
“Okay,” he says, and they each say bye before hanging up.
I take Amalia’s hand in mine and caress her soft skin with the pad of my thumb. “I’m here for you, Amalia. Anything you need, I’m here for you.”
She lifts her gaze to mine, and there’s a tenderness in her eyes. Like she’s silently thanking me.
With everything that has happened, I haven’t been able to have a conversation with her about why I came chasing after her to Miami… the strong feelings I’ve developed for her. I want to, but now isn’t the time. She needs to get some rest after the chaos the past twenty-four hours have brought her, and I need to track down three fucking guys who messed with the wrong woman.
24
VINCENZO
After Amalia falls asleep, I drive back to the club, knowing I need to release the anger I’ve built up inside at the men who attacked her.
I get to security, but before the guy can frisk me and find the gun I have in my holster, I say, “Tell your boss I need to speak to him.”
The security guard, who looks big enough to fucking eat me, says, “Who are you?”
“I’m about to be your biggest fucking problem if you don’t tell your boss I’m here to see him.”
The security guard eyes me up and down before finally conceding. He presses a button and mumbles something into the mouthpiece fastened to the lapel of his suit jacket.
After a few moments, he looks at me and nods up to the camera positioned right over the entryway into the club. I smile at the flashing red light.
“Alright, Boss says to bring you on back, so follow me,” the security guard says.
“Oh, good,” I say with the biggest damn smile on my face that I imagine makes me look as unhinged as I feel. “I really didn’twant to have to ruin both of our nights by having to kick your ass.”
The big guy looks back at me and grunts his response. I’m sure he has a desire to kick my ass, but I couldn’t care less about what he thinks or wants. I’m here for one thing only, and that’s to figure out who attacked Amalia.
He leads me to a quiet room in the far corner of the club. After knocking and getting a response to come in, he opens the door and gestures for me to enter.
I glance around the spacious room that has its own stripper pole in it, a lounge area complete with three dark-blue velvet couches and a black glass table in the middle, a mini bar, and a desk with a man sitting behind it who looks to be in his late thirties, short, and has long dark hair slicked back in a ponytail.
“I sure as hell hope you have a good reason for barging into my club and demanding you meet with me tonight,” he says, eyeing me up and down with a certain regard.
As I walk up to his desk, I say, “Obviously, I fucking do. You think I want to be spending my Saturday night here with you?”
The man narrows his eyes on me. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Vincenzo DiMaggio.” I hold out my hand for him to shake it. “And you?”
That question quirks a brow from him. “You came barging intomyclub and you don’t even know who the fuck I am?”
“Crazy, I know, but here’s the thing…” I glance down at my hand that’s still extended out to him. “Are you going to shake my hand and tell me your name, or are you guys just rude as fuck down here in Miami?”
That remark has this dude’s brows lifted to his receding hairline. After a few moments, he finally relaxes them and takes my hand in his. “Fabien,” he says with a weak handshake.
