Page 23 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)
“Okay, I lied,” Enzo says. “Every time you don’t tell her the truth, I’m just going to fucking hit you. Really draw out the process. It’s more fun that way, huh, Carlos?”
Carlos moans and lifts his head back up, a trail of blood already dripping down his forehead.
“Now, answer her question, because I’m dying to know the fucking answer to this one too.”
“I already told you,” he grinds out, “I don’t know what you’re?—”
A gunshot goes off, causing my heart to skip a beat and Carlos to yell, “Fuck!”
I snap my gaze to Enzo who has his gun aimed at Carlos’s leg. “Okay, so I lied again. You might want to consider the truth this time.” He shrugs. “Who knows what the fuck I’ll do next.”
“You were a fucking job, Amalia!” Carlos finally cries out. “That’s all you’ve ever been!”
My face blanches. “A job?” I say, not understanding his words.
Carlos grunts while the blood from the gunshot starts to seep through his jeans.
“Come on,” he groans out. “You know exactly what I mean?—”
Another gunshot goes off, and Carlos cries out once more. “?Puta madre!” Motherfucker! he screams while grabbing his other leg that now has a matching bullet hole.
I whip my gaze to Enzo, who’s already looking at me with a smirk on his face.
“What? He’s fucking annoying as shit,” he says with a half shrug.
I shake my head and turn my gaze back to a moaning Carlos. “Tell me everything, and start from the beginning.”
“Tell your hound to stop fucking shooting me!” he yells while trying to apply pressure to his wounds.
“Tell her everything and I’ll consider it,” Enzo says, but I can tell by his lackadaisical tone that he doesn’t mean it. He’s already made up his mind on what he’s going to do with Carlos, and I don’t think anyone could stop him.
“Your uncle,” he spits out. “A couple months ago, he asked me to start keeping an eye on you.”
My heart drops and heat spreads throughout my body. “Keep an eye on me?”
Carlos nods.
“Why?” I demand.
“I don’t know, and I’m not just saying that,” he rushes out, snapping his gaze to Enzo, who has his finger so tight on the trigger I’m surprised the gun doesn’t go off again.
“You don’t question Manuel Velasco. You just do what he fucking tells you to do.
” He pauses, looking between me and Enzo before saying, “He told me to keep an eye on you and report back to him with your day-to-day, so I did. And when he told me to get rid of you, I set the plan in motion. He wanted to wipe his hands clean of your kill. Let the DiMaggios take care of you.”
Carlos lets out another moan of pain. “I’m going to bleed out if you don’t get me?—”
Another gunshot goes off, then Carlos’s dead weight falls over on the couch, a bullet hole fresh in the side of his head.
“Great,” Enzo mumbles. “I really fucking liked that couch.”
“What the hell!” I yell at him. He still has his gun aimed at Carlos’s dead body.
“That’s all the fucking meathead knew,” he says, shoving his Glock into the waistband of his pants.
“So you just… killed him?”
Enzo turns to face me. “Why would I keep him alive? You heard him. He tried to get you killed. What exactly did you think would happen if I didn’t shoot him?”
“Oh, and now you care what happens to me?” I snap. “The fucking sex trafficker. The kidnapper. ” The anger from the betrayal I feel from Carlos and my uncle begins to take over, making me lash out at Enzo, even if it’s not justified at this moment.
“Okay, so maybe I shouldn’t have called you that, but I already told you I?—”
“Enzo,” I snap.
Holding up his hands, he says, “Alright, alright, alright. The fucking scumbag deserved to die, and you can’t tell me I’m wrong.”
I shake my head. I can’t deal with this. Not when my entire life just came crashing down on me. My mind begins to spiral, questioning everything I know. My entire upbringing. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
“Why would your uncle want you dead, Amalia?” Enzo asks, his tone turning serious, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Crossing my arms in front of me, suddenly feeling vulnerable, I say, “If I knew the answer to that question, do you think I’d still be working for him?”
I have a feeling I do know the answer to that question, and it has the biggest knot forming in the pit of my stomach.
Carlos said my uncle asked him to start watching me a couple months ago. That was around the same time I killed Felipe.
“But haven’t you wondered who did it?”
Felipe’s words come screaming back to me. I close my eyes, begging my instincts to be wrong, but I don’t believe in coincidences.
My uncle started having Carlos watch me around the time I killed Felipe, and now he’s called a hit on me. Why would he do that? Unless he thinks I know something I’m not supposed to know.
Enzo narrows his gaze on me, and a crinkle forms in his brow. “I think you might have an idea,” he says.
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “But I need to leave.”
I go to step past him, but he wraps his hand around my wrist. “Where are you going?” he demands.
“I’m going back to my hotel. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a lot of shit I need to take care of now.”
He stares down at me, and just when I think he’s about to fight me on this, he releases me and runs a hand through his hair. “Yeah, well, just let me know if you need anything. I’ll get this cleaned up,” he says, pointing to Carlos’s dead body.
I pause for a few seconds before finally saying, “Yeah, I’ll do just that.” Then without another word, I brush past Enzo, leaving him with Carlos’s body while I try and figure out what the hell I’m going to do next.