Page 20 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)

VINCENZO

I can’t believe that fucking girl left me here tied up to my bed fucking butt ass naked. I’ve been lying here all damn night because I haven’t been able to get the fucking key she threw on the other side of the room.

After struggling with blue balls half the night, I spent the rest of it seething over the audacity of that woman.

First, she breaks into my place and handcuffs me to my bed.

Then she gives herself one the hottest fucking orgasms I’ve ever seen, and then she leaves my ass here, tied down to my bed.

I should be fucking livid with her, but I’m annoyingly turned on by her boldness … Still .

The way she worked herself up all over my couch. The pretty fucking sounds she made. Her delicious fucking taste.

Amalia Velasco has me far too fucked in the head.

I’m fucking hangry, and I have to piss like a motherfucker. It can’t be healthy holding your piss for this long. My ass is going to end up with a damn UTI because of that woman.

Just when I think I’m going to be left here to piss my own damn bed, the elevator dings.

That better be her.

“Enzo!”

My head snaps to my door when my brother’s voice echoes down the hall.

“I’m in here!” I yell back.

Footsteps sound on the marble floor until Teo’s head pokes through the door. “Oh, what the fuck!” he yells, turning away.

“Oh, don’t act like you’ve never seen a fucking dick before,” I scoff out.

“My own dick is plenty enough dick for me to ever see in my life. What the fuck are you doing?”

“Be a good big bro and go grab the keys lying on the floor somewhere over by the table.”

Teo enters my room while shielding his face from seeing me.

What a child.

He looks around for the keys, but my patience— and bladder —are wearing thin.

“Do you see them?” I ask.

“Does it look like I see them?”

“Well, maybe if you got on your hands and knees and tried a little harder, you would.”

“Hey, do you want my help, or would you prefer I leave your ass cuffed to that bed longer?”

I let out a long sigh and remain quiet while Teo gets on his hands and knees to search for the small keys.

“Ahh, here they are,” he says, then pushes himself up and walks over to me.

“Oh, thank fuck. Hurry, I’m about to piss myself.”

“How the hell did you end up like this?” he asks while unlocking one wrist, then hands me the key to unlock my other.

I shake out my wrists, rubbing the swollen marks I gave them after trying to yank myself out of this position last night.

“You don’t want to know,” I grumble, then jump out of the bed, grab a pair of boxers, and hurry for the bathroom.

“On the contrary,” he calls out. “I’d actually love to know.”

I let out a long breath while finally relieving myself in the toilet, hoping my brother will stop with the questions.

“What’re you even doing here?” I ask him.

As if he just remembered why he’s here, Teo’s voice gets sharp when he says, “I’ve been calling you all damn day.”

After putting the new boxers on and washing my hands, I walk back into my room. “I was a little… tied up, as you can see, but you’re here now, so what’s up?”

“Do you have an update on Velasco and Montoya?” he snaps, and I’m taken aback by the sudden change in his tone.

“No? They’re still in the city, but there’s not much to update on.”

“Well, I have a fucking fantastic update. One I’m sure you’d love to hear about.”

The humor of finding me naked and cuffed to my bed has completely left Teo’s eyes and has been replaced with a maniacal look. They’re so wide open it’s a surprise they haven’t bulged out of their sockets at this point. It’s like some crazed person took over his body in a split second.

This might explain the anger I heard in his tone when he first called out my name.

Holding up my hands as if he’s going to attack me, I say, “Alright, let’s relax the beast for a moment. What the fuck is happening right now?”

“I received a text earlier. A fucking joyous text. One that has me jumping up and down in excitement.”

“Damn, okay— fuck —sarcasm much? Just tell me what the issue is. I’m sure we can figure it out.”

“Oh, I already figured that part out, but before we get to that, why don’t you read this message I got,” he says, handing me his phone.

Looking down, I see it’s from an unknown number, but it doesn’t take me long to recognize the area code. Miami.

Unknown: If you don’t give us port access, your wife and sister are as good as dead.

“Fuck,” I mutter, afraid to ask whose number this is.

“I’m sure you can guess who sent this.”

“Carlos Montoya or Manuel Velasco?” I ask, in a tone of voice that’s definitely a little higher than normal.

Teo furrows his brows and looks at me like I’m a damn idiot. “No. Amalia fucking Velasco. And now, she’s as good as dead.”

I keep my expression blank, but inside, those words don’t settle well with me. At the fuck all.

Nothing about this makes sense. I haven’t had a chance to go back and look at the footage to confirm what Amalia told me last night, but I saw the look in her eyes when she told me she wasn’t the one who suggested kidnapping Izzy and Lux…

and I believe her. So why would she all of a sudden threaten my family’s lives again?

Unless this was all part of their plan. Get me out of the picture so they can make their move.

My face begins to heat with rage, but I try to stifle it as much as possible because I don’t know the truth at this point. I do know Teo and I need to go into this with a clear mind, and I can tell by his darkened gaze that he’s far past that.

“Alright, before we get crazy and start killing people, let’s take a fucking second and think about this.”

“There is nothing about this that needs to be thought about,” Teo growls out. “ She threatened our family. You know what happens to people who make that mistake.”

His tone is sharp, piercing through me with the gravity of the situation.

“Just hold on a second, Teo. Are we sure this is from her?”

“Cassius traced it.”

Fuck.

“Okay, so it’s Amalia Velasco’s number, but I’m saying are we sure she’s the one who sent it?”

“What fucking riddle are you saying to me right now?” he snaps.

“All I’m saying is yes, it’s her phone number, but maybe she didn’t send this message.”

Teo’s silent for a moment, staring at me like I’ve lost my damn mind… which, maybe I have. But I really don’t want this shit to be true because if it is, Amalia is as good as dead, and I’ll be the one to do it. This is all fucking with my head, and it’s beginning to be too much.

“You’re awfully defensive of her.” The accusation makes me feel like fucking shit. Like I’ve chosen a side and the side wasn’t my family’s.

“I’m just trying to think clearly. We need to make sure it came from her before we make a move. You know that. We need confirmation first. Anyone could have sent that text.”

“Fine,” Teo bellows out. “Find out if it was her immediately . And when you find out it was, I want her fucking head chopped off and sent back to that uncle of hers.”

“How colorful,” I mumble.

“What?” Teo snaps.

“I said, right on it.” I walk over and grab my phone out of my jacket pocket so I can copy down Amalia’s number. “I’ll give you an update as soon as I have one.”

“It better be the update I want, Enzo.”

“One way or another, it will be,” I say, knowing I’ll have to do exactly what my brother is insinuating if I find out Amalia sent that message.

There’s an uneasy rage running through me. Rage because of the threat of my family’s lives, and uneasiness because I don’t know what the fuck is going on. But by the end of the night, I sure as hell will.