Page 86 of Vincenzo
“Oh, yeah?” Amalia says, taking a hold of the hand I extended out to her. “Youwould consider livinghere?”
I give her a loose shrug. “If it means staying with you, then yeah.”
She digs her red heels into the ground, stopping in place. Pausing, I turn to look at her.
“You would leave your family and move here?” she asks, her eyes wide and a furrow in her brow. “Just for me?”
I think about that for a moment because it’s not something that’s ever crossed my mind before. New York is all I know. My family and well-being are there. Is that something I’d be willing to give up?
It doesn’t take me long before the next words tumble out of my mouth. “You are my family, Amalia. You’re my future, and that’s not something I take lightly. If moving here is what it takes to be with you, then you bet your ass I’d be open to it.”
Amalia’s pouty bottom lip drops open, and it quivers as if she’s trying to speak words that don’t want to come out of her mouth. “I-I…”
I squeeze her hand and give her a smile. “We don’t have to talk about it right now. Just know, wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be.”
She still looks stunned, but after a few moments, her lips turn up into a smile, and there’s a glisten in her eyes that tells me we’ve just made a promise to each other.
“You ready to head in there?” I ask, my tone serious, focusing back on the task at hand. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about our future once we get rid of Pedro.
Amalia nods, the smile never leaving her face. “I never thoughtI’dbe the one to get revenge for them. For once, I’mgoing to put my skills to good use. I’m going to do something with them thatIwant to do, and I’msofucking ready, Enzo.”
I grin, completely understanding where she’s coming from. Amalia and I are similar in that aspect. We’ve both killed plenty of people in our line of work, but for her to finally be able to use what she’s learned for her own doing is something else. It almost makes what we do for a living worth it.
“Come on,” I say, hauling her toward the front door. “Let’s go get that revenge you deserve.”
When we get up to the large double doors, one of them opens before we have a chance to ring the doorbell. On the other side of the threshold, Armando stands in a white button-up and blue slacks. Gesturing with his hand, he hurries us into the house.
“It’s about time you guys got here,” he rushes out.
“You said to be herenow. What’s going on?” Amalia asks, concern lacing her tone.
“You didn’t get my text?”
“No, I—” Amalia says, taking her phone out of her pocket. “Mierda,” she hisses out.“¿Pedro está aquí?”
I hold up a hand, thankful my parents made me learn Spanish growing up. “Wait, what do you mean Pedro’s here? I thought you said he was going to be here in thirty?”
“He wants to head to the club now, so he showed up about five minutes before you guys did to get the supply from Diego’s safe. His car is in the garage ready to load up,” Armando says. “I tried texting you, but it seems you were preoccupied.”
“It’s fine,” Amalia hurries out, shoving her phone back in her pocket and drawing her gun from her holster. “Does he know we’re here now?”
“Of course not,” Armando says. “He’s waiting out back on the balcony. I got a notification on my phone when you guys got here, so I made up a fucking excuse to come out here and get you.”
“How many men are with him?” I ask, drawing my Glock from the waistband at my back. My adrenaline starts to spike, increasing my heart rate and alertness as I glance behind Armando at the door, ready for any kind of oncoming threat to barge right through.
“Three.”
“Too bad he just signed his friends’ death certificates,” Amalia says, then looks over at me. “They’re bound to stand up and protect him, which means we need to get rid of them too.”
The coldness in her voice is nearly a fucking turn-on to me. Scratch that… From the way my dick is pressing up against the zipper of my pants, I’d say her threat isdefinitelyturning me the fuck on.
I nod. “Easy enough. Me and Armando can handle them while you go for Pedro.”
“And if they don’t fight back?” Armando asks.
“I’d be surprised,” Amalia says.
“But what if they don’t?” he repeats. “Do you still want us to get rid of them?”
