Page 81 of Vincenzo
Amalia stares at me as if she’s expecting me to finish the story. “That’s it?” she asks when I don’t continue.
“Uh… yes?” I say, even though I feel like that’s not the answer she’s looking for.
Amalia continues to stare at me.
“I shot them all,” I say, further elaborating.
“You shot themall?”
“Yes.” I raise a questioning brow at her. “What did you expect from me? To let them go as if they had done nothing?”
“I mean, no, not necessarily, but I didn’t think you’d go and avenge me like that.”
Now it’s my turn to be taken aback. “Of course I did. And they’re lucky I didn’t draw the process out for them,” I say sharply. “I should’ve dismantled their bodies limb by limb like I had intended, but my gun got the best of me, and I just shot them instead.”
“Just shot them instead?” Amalia looks at me with a blank expression, but then a smile tugs at her pretty lips, and she shakes her head. “I can’t believe you did that for me. No one has ever done that before.”
“Um, excuse me,” Armando says, his tone slightly offended. “I was about to do the same thing, I was just a little… slow, apparently.”
“Thank you,” Amalia says, ignoring her cousin and leaning closer to me, placing her hand on my chest.
“Anything for you, Little Hellion,” I say, giving her a kiss.
Her scent envelops me about as quickly as my lips envelop hers. I place my hand on her thigh to pull her closer to me.
Our tongues clash against one another, then Armando clears his voice, reminding me we aren’t the only ones in the room.
“Okay, fucking stop. This is not something I need to witness this morning… or ever, to be honest.”
Amalia and I reluctantly pull away from each other, and she gives me a cheeky grin, licking her lips before turning back to Armando.
“So, the meeting last night. What was it for?” Amalia asks.
“Dad’s going to Colombia at the end of the week.”
“What for?”
“We’re having some issues with one of the routes for our drug runners, so he’s going down there to meet withabuelitoto strategize.”
“He didn’t mention anything about me or Carlos?”
“Nothing, but he did check his phone in the middle of the meeting, and he looked pissed. I didn’t think anything of it, butI’m wondering if that was when the assholes let him know they didn’t finish the job with you last night.”
Amalia shakes her head and lets out an annoyed sigh. “Yeah, probably. It gets under my skin that he can’t even do it himself. He has to hire other people to do his dirty work for him.”
“Can you say you’re surprised?”
“No. Backstabbing people to get what he wants and hiding behind others is apparently what he does best.”
“So, what’s the plan?”
Amalia sits there quietly, then says, “Your dad leaving might not be the worst thing, you know. Is Pedro going with him?”
“Not that I know of. He just mentioned Diego going with him.”
“Of course he is,” she mutters. “This isn’t a bad thing, though. That means we’ll be able to get him alone. It’ll be a lot easier to get a confession out of him if he doesn’t have your dad around.”
Armando nods. “Thatistrue.”
