Page 12 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

VINCENZO

I t’s taking me longer than expected to finish the work I have to do at the club tonight because I haven’t been able to get Amalia off my mind since she left.

I checked that she got home not too long ago, but then I got distracted with an issue downstairs.

Now, as I sit here trying to finish up the numbers for the month, she’s taking up space at the forefront of my brain without my damn permission.

She’s a kidnapper. A damn sex trafficker.

I have to repeat these things to myself because I shouldn’t feel this attraction toward her, yet I fucking do. This innate feeling I have to lie to my brother and protect her from getting killed by him when I should be the one doing it myself is taking over my life.

A knock sounds at my door, so I glance up to see it’s Rocco and nod for him to come in.

“Hey, uh, there’s someone here to see you,” he says.

My curiosity piques at that. “Velasco?” I ask, and it comes out more eager than it should have.

Rocco does his best to hide his smirk. “Not exactly.”

My brows furrow. “Then who?”

Before he can answer me, a high-pitched voice sounds from behind him. “Enzooo.”

A golden-blonde haired woman pushes her way past Rocco’s hulk-like frame, entering my office.

“Cassidy,” I mumble.

Rocco raises his brows at me, and I begrudgingly nod at him, letting him know he’s free to leave us.

Cassidy watches as Rocco exits my office and closes the door behind him, then turns back to me with a twinkle in her eye that already has me fucking exhausted for what’s to come.

I sit back in my chair and eye her. “What can I do for you?” I ask, disinterested.

“Aww, is someone in a bad mood?” she asks in this annoying baby voice I’m trying to remember if she had before or not.

Cassidy throws a long blonde lock back over her shoulder and makes her way toward my desk, but instead of stopping in front of it, she walks around to my side, turns my chair so I’m facing her, and sits on my lap.

Placing her hands on my chest, she leans in and whispers in my ear, “I know what will make you feel better.”

Letting out an exhausted sigh, I wrap my hands around her wrists and sit up. “I’m not in the mood tonight, Cassidy.”

Before she’s able to respond, I stand, causing her to squeal. “What do you mean? You’ve always been in the mood for me.”

Raising a brow at her, I let out a humorous scoff and release her wrists. “Always?” Fucking hardly. Cassidy is one chick I’ve fucked a few times, but I just met the damn girl last month. Or was it the month before?

She raises a cocky brow at me and gives me a sly smile. “Aww, come on, Enzo. It’s been too long since we last hooked up.” Running her hands up my chest to the collar of my shirt, she adds, “I’ve been desperate to have you back in my mouth.”

Usually, I’d be down to fuck Cassidy, especially since I haven’t had sex since… shit … Was it before Amalia arrived? Damn , I’ve been so consumed with her that I hadn’t even fucking noticed. No wonder I’m on edge these days.

Cassidy runs the tip of her perfectly French-manicured nail down the center of my button-up until her hand is hovering over my belt buckle. “Come on, Enzo.” Her voice drops to a whisper, and she adds, “I’ll let you do anything you want to me.”

I stare down at Cassidy while she stares up at me with that damn twinkle still in her eyes. She unbuckles my belt, and before I know it, she’s on her knees and taking out my cock.

Her hand wraps around the shaft, and she slides it up and over the head before running it back down.

She does it a few more times, waking my dick up, then brings her mouth to it.

Wrapping it around my cock, she bobs a few times before releasing me.

Pulling back, she licks her lips and says, “Mmm, even better than I remembered.”

My eyes are drawn to her bright-red lips, not because she’s just licked them in anticipation of having my cock shoved down her throat, but because the color reminds me of my little hellion’s lips.

Fucking hell.

I lift Cassidy up from the floor and take a step back from her while I pull my pants back up.

“W… what’re you doing?” she asks as I step around her.

“You need to leave, Cassidy,” I say, heading to the door of my office.

“Excuse me?” she snaps when I open it. The bass of the music flows into the room, and I lazily watch her stomp toward me in a fit of rage.

She stops in front of me as I hold the door open for her to leave and says, “What is your deal, Enzo? I thought I was something more than those other whores you’ve had in your office. ”

Raising a brow at her, I say, “Something more? As in what, Cassidy? A girlfriend?”

She crosses her hands over her chest, and her shoulders cave in a little as if me calling her out has suddenly made her feel insecure. “Maybe not a girlfriend yet ,” she mutters, but I barely catch it over the club music.

“You’re going to have to speak up, Cassidy.”

She lets out an annoyed sigh and says, “No. Not your girlfriend yet, but I was hoping we were heading that way.”

And this is why I cut shit off so quickly with girls. I always make my intentions clear with them from the start—that I’m not interested in anything other than a good fucking time—yet they always expect something I’m unwilling to give them.

Nodding for her to exit my office, I say, “It’s time to leave.”

“Are you seriously kicking me out right now?” she whines.

“Yes, Cassidy, I am. You know how I feel about this shit, and it’s never going to change. I’m doing you a favor. Don’t come back here.”

She drops her mouth. “Enzo?—”

“Out,” I say, stern and impatient. I’m not trying to be a fucking dick, but shit . How can I make myself any more clear?

Letting out a huff of breath, Cassidy sets her shoulders back, lifts her head, and walks out of my office like none of this ever happened, which I’m thankful for. I don’t need the drama.

After grabbing my keys from my desk and my jacket hanging by the door, I walk out of my office and lock it.

“Heading out?” Rocco asks, sneaking up behind me.

“Yeah, I’m done for the night. Call me if you need me, alright?” I say, giving him a nod before heading to the stairs that lead out back to my car.

I’m mindlessly driving home, but before I realize it, I’m pulling up to The Arlington. It’s like I completely blacked out after leaving the club and somehow wound up here.

“What the fuck,” I mutter.

I’m about to take off back to my penthouse when I decide to check the security footage of Amalia again. Pulling up the app, I click on the feed to her room, and the irritation that filled me from Cassidy’s run-in turns into fucking rage when I take in the scene before me.

Amalia’s in her room, but she’s not by herself. From the man bun to the shirtless, beefy fucking frame, my guess is it’s Carlos with her, and the heat takes over my face so fast it feels like I’m about to explode.

He has her spread out on her bed in her bra, kissing his way down her stomach.

I turn the volume up on my phone as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes.

I swear to fucking ? —

“Mmmm, fucking hell, Amalia. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” Carlos groans.

“Shut up and just make me come, Carlos,” she says, then buries her head back into the pillow.

I zero in on my phone. What woman doesn’t want a man to talk dirty to her during sex?

My eyes are glued to my phone screen like a sick fucking pervert watching porn in his car. Carlos hovers over her bare pussy and attempts to speak again, but she stops him. It’s almost as if she wants this little fuck session to be done and over with.

He brings his mouth down to her pussy, and the thrumming of my heartbeat sounds in my ears. I grip my phone so tightly I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter to pieces in my hands.

My attention is drawn back to Amalia, who hasn’t made a noise yet. I’m about to question if she’s even fucking enjoying this when a small whimper finally escapes her lips.

After a few seconds, her moans get louder and she’s pressing her head back into the pillow. “I’m coming,” she cries out, and I narrow my gaze on her as she reaches her climax.

I clench my teeth tightly and continue watching the small screen.

Carlos brings himself up to hover over her body. He tries to go in for a kiss, but she presses her hands into his chest and says, “Well, thanks for that” before pushing him until he gets the hint to roll off her.

Damn. That’s cold-blooded.

“That’s it?” Carlos asks, the shock in his voice ringing through my phone.

“You know the rules, Carlos,” she says, rolling onto her side so her back is toward him and she’s facing the direction of my camera.

He waits a few seconds, looking like he wants to say something else to her but decides otherwise. Pushing himself up from the bed, he silently exits her room.

I bring my attention back to Amalia and zoom the camera in on her face. Her eyes are closed, and I slide my gaze down the sheet draped over her body. When I bring my attention back to her face, my heart falters when her eyes are already open and pinned right on me. It’s as if she…

No.

There’s no fucking way.

Amalia closes her eyes again, but I see the smallest uptick at the corner of her mouth.

Is that a fucking smirk?

This fucking girl knows I’m watching her.

I let out a low chuckle and shake my head. “Oh, we’ll see who’s laughing last, Little Hellion.”