Page 8 of Vincenzo (The DiMaggio Crime Family #3)
VINCENZO
K idnap Izzy and Lux?
My face heats with fucking rage as I attempt to speed to The Arlington through the city traffic. After hearing Montoya on the cameras telling Manuel Velasco that Amalia came up with an idea to kidnap Izzy and Lux, I couldn’t listen anymore. All I saw was red.
I got that fucking girl all wrong .
If the Velascos think they can come to my fucking city and strong-arm my fucking family into giving them port access, then they have another thing coming.
I’m about to pull up to The Arlington when a short brunette woman with familiar crimson lips captures my attention.
Amalia Velasco.
She just exited the hotel and is walking down the street. I look around for Montoya, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
When she turns down an alleyway, I see the perfect opportunity. Yanking my steering wheel, I turn into the alleyway, then stomp on my brakes, ensuring to angle my car so she’s trapped in.
Amalia whips around and her eyes widen as I jump out of my G-Wagon.
I gotta give it to her. She doesn’t make a move to run, and with the look of fucking disdain I’m giving her, I know she has to be a little bit fucking concerned for her safety.
Closing the distance between us, I shove her up against the brick wall and place my hands on the outside of her head, caging her in.
“Are you fucking insane?” she hisses. “Someone is going to see and call this shit in.”
“You think I’m concerned about some bystander calling me into the police? Come on, you’re not that fucking naive, Amalia. We own the police. There’s not shit they’d do about this.”
“What do you want?” she snaps, and I nearly laugh at her aggravated tone. As if she has any fucking right to be annoyed with me .
“Cut the shit. You know why I’m here.”
She furrows her brow and tilts her head, looking up into my eyes with intrigue. “I truly don’t,” she says deadpan.
Lowering my head, I inhale her vanilla scent with a hint of citrus. It’s refreshing and addictive, providing this weird sort of comfort it has no business providing.
I snap myself out of it, remembering I need to play this situation off like I don’t know what just happened in her suite. They have no idea I had security cameras installed, and I need to keep it that way.
“You’re still here,” I say, “which means you’re still a fucking issue for me. I assumed after our little chat last night you’d be gone by now, but lo and behold, The Arlington still has you checked in.”
“Wow, keeping tabs on me. I’m honored.” The sarcasm drips from her voice, and a dry sense of humor is usually something to pull a laugh from me, but I need to make myself very fucking clear right now.
“Maybe you didn’t understand last night. You’re not fucking welcome here, and if you continue to stay, I’ll take that as a direct threat on my family and get rid of you myself.”
A smile tugs at her lips, and she says, “Get rid of me? I’d love to see you try.”
“Don’t fuck with me, Amalia, and don’t fuck with my family. I will cut you up into little bitty pieces and drop you off at your uncle’s doorstep without blinking a damn eye.”
The smile never leaves her mouth at my threat, which has me thinking this chick might be more unhinged than I am.
“Go for it,” she goads. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Vincenzo .”
I wrap one hand around the front of her neck while my other digs into the brick wall. The smile never leaves her face, so I give her a light squeeze. When her smile broadens, my grasp grows tighter until her eyes widen, and she grasps my wrist in an attempt to get me to release her.
“This is your final warning,” I growl out, and now I know I have her attention because the condescending smile finally falls from her face. “If you’re not gone by tonight, I will follow through with my threat.”
I gaze into her glistening eyes, eyes begging to shed a tear at her restricted airway. Loosening my grip, I allow her to take a sharp inhale before tightening it once more.
Playing with her this way excites me. Pair that with her slender neck that’s so delicate in my grasp. It has my dick waking right the fuck up.
I give her throat one final, threatening squeeze before releasing it. Turning away, I walk back to my car, with nothing but her coughs filling the air as she attempts to catch her breath, and slam my door shut.
Backing out of the alleyway, I refuse to look her way, but before speeding off, I can’t help but glance over. Her hand is at her throat and her chest heaves, and if my windows weren’t blacked out, she’d be staring right at me.
It really is a shame how beautiful she is with her loose waves billowing in the wind. But no matter how attracted I am to her, this better be the last fucking time I ever see Amalia Velasco.