Page 117 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Calm down, Matty.”

“Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down, Serg.” I try once more to shake him off, but Roman has a tight grip on my other arm.

“If they see us come charging, she’s dead,” Roman says.

He’s right and we’re trapped. I’m trapped. It’s a personal hell of my own making.

On the street, people scatter in a panic. Some are down, not moving. I can’t tell who’s alive or who’s dead and I really don’t care. Because Heaven is in the middle of it. They’ve come for her. They’re playing. They’re shooting at her and keeping her trapped.

I know two things right now.

They’re here to take her, not kill her. And if they see Conor, they’ll wing him and take him, too.

Make that three things. Because I also know Dominguez has gone and lost his shit, and he’ll want me taken out.

They’re taking pot shots. Every fucking time she moves.

“How many guys are on her?”

“I can’t tell. I’ve counted three, no five. But there could be more.” Roman’s peering out the window, and they’re going to notice us any second.

“I’m getting her.”

“Matty, they’ll shoot you.”

I swing cold eyes on Sergio. “Let them. A bullet could hit her by accident. I’m not risking that.”

“So, we pick them off.”

“That’s a plan. We split up and take them. Give me your gun, Roman.”

“No.”

I snatch Roman’s gun. “Give me another fucking mag.” He does and I pop it in just as a siren sounds in the distance. “If you both don’t let me go, I will fucking shoot each of you. I’m in charge.”

They release me. Sirens make people nervous. I leap out, just as there’s a shot from inside the bar. Then gunfire explodes into the air, peppering cars and probably more people as they scream and dive to the ground.

It’s total fucking chaos now and my heart’s banging so loud I can’t think. I try to shut down the panic, slide back into the cold, emotionless mindset I need. But it’s impossible because of Heaven.

My brothers follow me and an eruption of bullets hail down around us. They’re still not shooting her.

But crossfire and stray bullets may kill her before I can save her from this ambush.

I need to get her. I’m ready to run into the melee when Sergio grabs me.

“Matty, get it together fucking now.”

“That’s my wife in there, Serg. She’s dead if I don’t get to her.”

His gaze is grim. “No, she’s dead if you don’t get your control.”

“I told you both to split up and take them out.”

“Matty, listen to what I said. Think this through or she’s done.”

I breathe in the stench of gunfire and blood and metal and garbage, my gut wrenching. He’s right. With superhuman effort, I shut down.

Everything.

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