Page 129 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I struggle against the murk but escape seems impossible.

My fate is set.

Heaven’s eyes flood with tears when she soundlessly calls to me, trying desperately to yank me from the quicksand. But the more she pulls, the harder it drags me under.

And worse? Her with it.

A loud explosion erupts around us. I can’t twist in the direction of the chilling sound. I can only watch Heaven clutch at her chest, blood-red stains spreading over her wedding gown as her body bucks and jerks.

Assailants flank her on all sides. Dark, ominous shadows of destruction. They’re there to hurt, not to save. I’m in the quicksand and I can’t reach her. They’re hurting her and I can’t absorb the deadly blows.

That was my only job.

I failed.

Again.

She falls to her knees, bruised and bloody and I scream her name. She looks at me, a final tear slipping from her eye before she collapses backward into the tall grass.

I’m dragged further into the depths of my own personal hell, the one where I am forced to live a life without my Heaven.

But instead of darkness, bright white lights flash behind my eyes, sickles of sharp pain slice at my insides. Heaven’s crumpled form ripples like a stone skimming across the slick surface of a lake, fading away as tormented thoughts pop between my ears like bullets, the sounds growing louder with each passing second.

I didn’t stop the horrors from consuming her, the ones coming from all directions.

And now she’s gone forever…because I couldn’t save her.

So I let go and give myself to the abyss.

To oblivion.

CHAPTER32

HEAVEN

“This is it. He’s in here.” Just like the last guy told us before I stabbed him. Silent is the way to go and getting my brother to comply is harder with each move we make.

But he’s scared of Sergio like he was—is—of Matteo, so he’s toeing the line. For now. Behind us, the floor is littered with bodies, and I know there are more people somewhere. The sooner we get this done the better.

Conor opens his mouth, but Sergio steps in. “I’ve got your back, Natasha Romanoff.”

“Ready?”

They both nod. And I count to three with my fingers. I reach for the door and shove it open.

Sergio takes one guy, Conor the other, and there I am in a dark, smoke-filled room with girls cowering, some half-naked. I glance at Sergio, who herds them to the door. They don’t need to be told twice. They run. And I keep going.

One more door.

Everything I am is focused on it as I grab the handle and turn it.

It opens wide and there he is. Dominguez. Spread-eagle on a leather sofa. He’s got a blunt hanging out of his mouth, a thick stream of smoke billowing into the air above him.

He’s naked from the waist down, a young girl who looks to be about sixteen on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick. I can see the tears glistening on her cheeks and my gut clenches. I take a few steps toward him, waiting for a guard to jump out at any second.

He’s alone from what I can tell.

Weird.

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