Page 91 of Vincenzo
“Enzo—” I say, but I’m cut off.
“I let your son go and then what? You kill me and Amalia?”
My uncle lets out another deep, dark laugh. “Fine. Tell me your demands.”
“You’re going to come over here and let Amalia go. Once you do, I’ll let your little bitch of a son go.”
Enzo must tighten his hold on Diego because he grunts out in pain.
“Then you’re going to let us walk out of this placealive—without anyone following us—and you’ll never see us again.”
“Enzo—” I try again, but my uncle yanks my hair, forcing my head back. I bite my tongue to keep from crying out, and a copper taste infiltrates my mouth.
“Shhhh, the men are talking here,” he whispers in my ear, and it takes everything in me not to jab my elbow into him and take him out myself. The only reason I don’t is because of the five other men who have their guns aimed at Enzo. Is it possible we could take them out without being scathed? Sure, but it’s not a guarantee, especially when I’m not even armed.
“You’ll leave Miami?” my uncle calls out to him.
“Immediately. I have a jet on standby,” he says.
“And you’ll never come back here or speak of this placeor our familyever again?” my uncle asks.
A fucking gag order.
“Never again,” Enzo says.
I hate this. This is not how this was supposed to go down, and it’s all because I was fucking fooled.
Ihadhim. The man who murdered my parents.I had him.
My heart is hammering in my chest, lighting my skin on fire.
He and my uncle were supposed to pay for what they did.We were going to make them pay.And now what? I’m just supposed to let them go free? Turn a blind eye and go about my life as if the two men who destroyed it aren’t walking this Earth living their best fucking lives ever?
My eyes shoot to Enzo’s, and he’s staring at me as if he’s trying to tell me something.
My face must show defeat, knowing the sacrifice we’d have to make to keep us alive, but Enzo’s tells me something completelydifferent. His unwavering eyes and locked jaw tell me he’s not giving up.
When I perk up a bit from the painful position my uncle has me in, Enzo gives me the faintest nod that I question if I saw it. When his eyes light up for a brief moment, I know he’s just told me something.
This isn’t the end.
“Fine,” my uncle says, pushing me forward. “Walk.”
When we get to be about ten feet in front of Enzo, my uncle stops us and says, “Don’t forget whose guns are aimed at you both. Any funny business, and you’ll both be dead in a heartbeat. Now drop your gun and release my son.”
“The fuck not,” Enzo laughs out. “I’ll keep my gun strapped to my hand, thanks.”
“You don’t call the shots here.I do.Now drop the gun orprincesahere dies.”
“I’m being awfully fucking cooperative with you, Manuel. The least you could do is pay me the same respect.”
“Letting you both liveispaying you with the same respect.”
“Just drop the fucking gun and let me go,” Diego says.
Enzo twists his arm even farther and says, “Be quiet, little boy. Your daddy and I are talking.”
A small laugh falls from my lips that I cover up with a cough. Only Enzo could make me laugh at a time like this.
