Page 125 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Dominguez is the worst of the worst, and Molly suffered the same end as far as we know. My heart physically aches. For her. For all of them.

My ears roar with the imagined sounds of torture, torment, and realization when these girls figure out what their lives had been reduced to, that they will never see their friends and families again, that the futures they planned for themselves will never come to fruition.

So help me, I need to silence those sounds.

This isn’t just about my vengeance, about my need for retaliation. This is about speaking for those who can’t any longer. Not redemption, not just making Molly’s fate mean something, but ending the life of a vile piece of shit, stopping just a small part of this endless loop of suffering. And I’m going to enjoy his death.

Dominguez should have killed me when he had the chance.

We take a final turn and stop about fifty feet from the building.

Conor turns off the car and looks at us. “It’s broad fucking daylight in this shithole section of the city. I think this is a bad idea.”

“Don’t think, Conor. Save your last few brain cells for when we get inside,” I snap.

“You know, you’re pretty fucking mouthy for someone who’s being hunted by a drug lord,” Conor says. “You need me. Show some fucking respect.”

I narrow my eyes. “Respect? You put me here, Conor. You’re also being hunted, and you put us in this situation when you killed not only his second but his daughter. You know, when you took on the cartel, on some fucked-up, drug-fueled whim? I don’t have to respect you. I just have to work with you.” I turn to look at Sergio. “Ready?”

“Always.”

“I’m going for Dominguez,” I say.

“You’re not gonna get far with a knife.” Conor picks up Sergio’s gun.

“Watch me. Knives don’t make noise.” I click open the knife again, then fold it. Sergio reaches over and takes back his gun. I look around the mess of a car and grab two ball caps, throwing one at Conor and handing one to Sergio. “Put these on. You two will take me to the entrance, pretending that you’re part of the delivery team. You tell them you have more girls in the car and I’m marked for the boss. As soon as they let you pass, it’s showtime.”

“Are you fucking insane?” Conor asks. “They won’t buy it.”

“It’s actually not a bad idea,” Sergio says.

“It’s also necessary.” I glare at Conor. “It’s the only way inside. We need to get in before we can find Dominguez. Now come around and pull me out of the car in case anyone is watching.”

Conor presses his lips together, but for once, does what I ask. He opens the car door, bending down to scoop me out of the front seat. I go limp against him, and he walks toward the building, while my feet drag along the patchy grass.

He stops at a door. My heart hammers. This plan is sketchy at best. I may have sounded super confident, but the reality is we have no idea what we’re going to find inside.

If we even get inside.

I just hope we acted fast enough to prevent any news from getting to Dominguez.

The heavy metal door creaks open and my breath hitches.

“We’re here with a delivery,” Conor grunts. “Got more in the car. Virgin pussy, straight from Dublin. This one’s for the boss.”

A thick Mexican accent mutters a response. “Take her inside. How many others?”

“Two,” Sergio says. “High class. Real fresh.”

He clicks his tongue against his teeth, tilting my chin backward. I let my head fall and his fingers travel down the front of my shirt. “She’s sweet. Bring her inside. And get the others,” he says to Sergio who gives a quick nod and backs away. I let my head fall over Conor’s shoulder when he pulls me through the door. I open my eyes the slightest bit to take in the scene but it’s quiet, save for the other guy just inside.

Security. I’ll bet there are pockets of guards set up all over this building.

Bend the fuck over and kiss your asses goodbye, punks.

I push away from Conor, and jam my blade into the side of the guy who let us in. Conor plugs two bullets into the chest of the other guy.

Thank God for silencers.

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