Page 80 of Vincenzo
I slide my boxers on and grab my gun as another knock sounds at the door.
Fucking hell.
I walk over to the door and peer through the peephole, releasing a relieved sigh when Armando’s smug face is staring back at me.
Opening the door, I say, “You should really warn a guy when you’re coming over.”
Armando smirks at my gun hanging by my side. “I did, but my darling cousin wasn’t responding, so I figured I’d surprise you both. Make sure she’s still alive and all.”
Using the hand holding the gun, I gesture for him to walk in.
“Are you always so… comfortable with a gun like that?” he asks, stepping through the door.
I chuckle. “Why? Are you scared I might accidentally shoot you?”
“Well, after last night, you did prove to be a trigger-happy son-of-a-bitch.”
“Which means, after last night, I should’ve proven how damn well I can handle a gun.”
Armando breathes out a laugh. “You got me there.” He glances around the suite. “So, where’s my cousin?” He turns his attention back to me, and just realizing I’m in nothing by my boxers, he says, “Where are your clothes?”
“Well, if you must know, your cousin and I were just sleeping.” I smirk at him. “You’re lucky I even put any clothes on for you at all.”
Armando gives me a blank stare, then we hear a door open. Amalia pops her head out and says, “Armando?”
He turns around, and they walk toward each other, arms out. “Thank God you’re okay,” he says, giving her a hug.
“What’re you doing here?” she asks when they pull away. She looks over at me, sliding her gaze up and down my body with a smirk.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I told Enzo last night to let you know I was planning on stopping by today.”
“Last night?” she asks, bringing her attention to me.
“You didn’t tell her about last night?” Armando asks over his shoulder.
“I haven’t exactly had a moment to tell her.” I take a seat on the couch closest to the window. “But since you’re here, now seems like a great time to fill Amalia in on the exciting events that took place last night.”
“You guys are making me nervous,” she says, eyeing us both.
“Would you like to put on some clothes or…?” Armando asks.
“Nah.” I stretch my arms along the back of the couch. “I’m good like this.”
“Of course you are,” he says, then walks over to sit on the couch across from me. He crosses one leg over the other, lifting the bottom hem of his navy blue slacks to show his striped socks.
Amalia takes a seat right next to me, bringing her knees up to her chest as she leans into me. I let my arm drape down around her shoulder.
“So what happened last night that you both aren’t telling me about?” she asks.
“I might’ve gone somewhere after you fell asleep,” I say.
She looks at me, taken aback. “Oh, yeah?”
“I went back to the club to get Fabien—lovely guy, by the way—to give me the info on the getaway car. I had my guy run the plates and get me an address. I was about to head over to the assholes’ place when your cousin showed up.”
“Okay … and?”
“We ended up going together and found the three dudes that attacked you… And then we killed them.”
