Page 153 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I swallow a screech of frustration and stomp my foot against the floor.

The beat drop is so damn heavy that the clanging between my temples drowns out the voices.

Heavy footsteps clunk along the floor behind me and I spin around, fully expecting to see some angry bouncer ready to pull me out of this restricted area and back up to the lounge. But when I flip around, my breath hitches.

It’s not a bouncer.

It’s a group of four men, short, dark-skinned, all wearing menacing smiles on their bearded faces.

“Are you here for the meeting, sweetheart?” one of them asks. “I didn’t realize there would be entertainment.”

My heart stills in my chest, and I twist around to see that there is no escape route behind me.

There’s just another wall.

I wandered into a dead end.

And suddenly the words I overheard explode in my mind like bullets.

Ha, ironic.

Kill. Bloodbath.

Fuck!

“I was, ah, just looking for the restroom,” I say, keeping my voice as steady as possible. I straighten up as much as possible and push past the first two, still holding my breath as I shove through the second string.

I almost let it out when one of them grabs my wrist and yanks me back so that my face is pressed against his stubbled cheek. “Up here?” he says, winking at one of the other guys. “I think she’s lying, what do you say,ese?”

“I think she’s looking for some action,” the other guy replies with a leer. “Maybe we take her as a parting gift. I can think of some things we can do that’ll get her blood pumping.” He lets out a low-pitched chuckle. “And our cocks pumping.”

I struggle against them, my piercing screams ricocheting off the walls as I kick, scratch, and punch with every ounce of strength in me.

Suddenly, the door flies open and Sergio appears. His eyebrows knit together, a furious expression on his face as he looks left and right before his gaze settles on me. “What the fuck is going on out here?” he growls. “And why is she up here?”

“We found thisputaoutside your door, Villani,” one of the men says. “She one of your bitches?” He wrenches my arm behind me and I spit right in his eye, the fucker that he is.

I tug my arm, pushing off of his beefy chest, and Sergio puts up a hand.

“Let her go,” he says in a threatening voice. “I’ll take care of her, not you.” His eyes flicker at me and I am plain speechless about what I’ve wandered into.

Holy Christ.

How exactly is he going to take care of me?

Sergio levels one of the guys with a look. “Where’s your boss?” he snarls.

The guy shrugs. “He was busy,” he says in a flip tone. “Said for me to come and get all the details.”

Sergio nods, his eyes narrowing. “Well, you tell him that if he wants to work together, he can come and talk to me himself. I don’t take meetings with his fucking peons, you understand?Ese?” He grabs my other arm and pulls me close so that I face-plant right in the center of his chest.

I can’t help but breathe in his delicious scent. And dammit, I want to run my hand down the front of his starched shirt, tracing the outline of his defined pecs beneath it…

Oh holy hell, Jae!

You’re in the middle of some impending rumble, and all you can do is think about this guy’s chest?

I inhale once again, resting my face against the fabric for a split second, biting back a moan.

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