Page 8 of Vincenzo
“Velasco and Montoya just showed up.”
Well, it seems my night just got a whole lot more interesting. Looks like showing up at the bakery earlier worked. I was planning on keeping myself in the dark, but I’m getting fucking impatient, so I decided to force their hand, and it looks like it worked.
“Location?” I ask.
“First floor, far-right bar.”
“Standby,” I say.
I walk over to the large one-way window that overlooks the dance floor but also gives me the perfect view of the far-right bar. Scanning the crowded area in search of Velasco and Montoya, I finally locate them grabbing drinks from the bartender. I’d say it was a coincidence and just two regular-ole people enjoying a night out at one of NYC’s hottest clubs, but I know better.I don’t believe in coincidences.
I watch them for a few minutes to see what their plan is, but all they’ve done is move a few feet away from the bar to make space for other patrons to order.
“This game is getting old and tiring,” I mumble to myself, bringing the phone back to my ear.
“Bring them to me,” I say.
“Got it.”
I hang up and slide my phone into the pocket of my slacks. Keeping a hand in each pocket, I watch while Rocco closes in on Velasco and Montoya. He whispers something in Velasco’s ear while she takes a sip from her straw.
I narrow my gaze as if it’s going to help me see what’s going on better from all the way up here, and lean closer into the window as if it’ll help me hear what’s going on.
When Rocco pulls away, her eyes dart up to me, and for a second, I think she can see through this one-way window, directly at me.Directly into my fucking soul with that look.
I’ve done my research on Amalia Velasco and Carlos Montoya. Amalia’s the niece of Manuel Velasco, head of the North American region of the Velasco Cartel, and Carlos Montoya is one of his best guards.
What I learned about Carlos Montoya isn’t what had me interested, though. It’s what I learned about Amalia Velasco—or should I say,La Sicaria—that grabbed my attention.
Amalia’s eyes are still seemingly planted on mine when she nods to Rocco. Turning around, he leads them to the private stairs off to the corner. I track their movements until they’re out of sight.
Turning around, I walk over to the mini bar in the corner of my office and pour myself a glass of bourbon. I’m screwing the lid back on the bottle when there’s a knock on my door.
“Come in,” I call out from over my shoulder, then pick up my glass and walk back to my desk.
Rocco pushes the door open and holds it for Amalia and Carlos to walk through.
I’ve seen Amalia a lot the past couple of weeks, but now with her so close, I’m able toreallylook at her, and damn…La Sicariais even more gorgeous than I thought.
Her dark hair cuts off right below her shoulders, and she has it styled so the front is swooped to one side. Her light-brown eyes are pinned on me with a blank expression I’m not used to receiving from women.
But regardless of the staredown she’s giving me that could freeze the warmest of hearts, I give her a quick once-over, sliding my gaze up and down her body, sizing her up.
Her style is edgy, dark, and fucking sexy. She’s wearing black leather pants, black thigh-high boots with a heel that has to be at least five inches, a black lace corset top, and a red leather jacket. The double-layered silver choker around her neck has me wanting to run my hands along the soft skin it sits on.
She raises a brow, then rolls her eyes at me. “Seriously?” She scoffs. “You’re going to blatantly check me out like that?”
I should’ve known by the way she holds herself and the past couple weeks of surveillance I’ve been doing that she’d be a prickly one.
My lips curl up into a smirk. “Relax,La Sicaria, I’m just looking to see where you’ve hidden your knife.”
There’s a small clench in her teeth that tugs at the little vein in her temple. It was so discreet I’m surprised I caught it myself. Looks like she doesn’t always have her expressions in control.
“So?” I ask.
“So …” she says.
I glance over to the man on her left who hasn’t said a word, and do a quick scan of his body. He could be hiding a gun under his leather jacket, but I know our metal detectors would’ve caught it, so that leads me back to Amalia.
