Page 154 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And the answer is yes.

That is the only thing clouding my mind and my better judgment in this second.

Ugh! I’m not that girl!

I try to pull myself away, but Sergio’s grip on me is tight.

He wants to keep me right where I am.

I can’t lie. My knees quiver the tiniest bit at that realization.

For whatever reason, he likes me pressed against him.

Typical guy.

I’ll take it.

My eyes flicker over to the thugs who are slicing into me with death stares.

But I’m impervious, happy to say.

The meanest looking one turns his scowl up to Sergio. “This isn’t finished.”

“Actually,” he replies. “It is. Take that message to your boss.” His arm winds around my waist, pulling me even closer, something I didn’t even think was possible.

“He won’t be happy to hear that,” the guy bites back.

“Well, then, maybe he’ll remember how important it is to make time in your schedule for the person he needs something from. Because that’s what this is. Not the other way around, you get that?”

I swallow hard as the guy’s face gets more and more pinched with anger as Sergio spews those words.

Without another word, he turns and leads his pack of slimy asshats up the stairs and back into the club. Sergio pulls away from me and nods at his guys. “Make sure they leave, yeah?”

And just like that, we’re alone.

Now, I’m no stranger to seedy business. Nate’s motorcycle club was always dabbling in illegal dealings, and since I was around the clubhouse pretty often, I’d overhear some off-the-record conversations. Nothing crazy since the important stuff was left for church, but if you kept an ear to the ground, you’d hear enough to know that there were enemies out there.

Hell. That’s how I found out about the Becerra Cartel scoping out a partnership with the motorcycle club in the first place. The girls would screw around with the guys and overhear things when they were buried between their legs, blowing them. Then, they’d gossip about what they heard.

I sensed danger back then and I can smell it now.

Let me just say that the air around us is damn pungent.

Sergio looks down at me, his expression grave. “Do you know who I am?”

I tilt my head back so that I can meet his eyes. “Well, you never told me your name, but?—”

“Why’d you come up here?” His voice is gruff, almost accusatory.

I shrug. “You disappeared and I, um…” Heat coils in my belly as his eyes narrow. “I didn’t think we were finished.”

“And so you figured you’d just wander to the back of this club, find a hidden staircase, and come upstairs to see if I was around so we could…?” he stops abruptly, lifting an eyebrow at me.

“Uh…dance?” I barely squeak out. “I wanted to dance with you.”

He backs me against the office door, his eyes dark. “I think you’re full of shit.”

My throat tightens as he locks my arms tightly in place so I can’t do a damn thing except head-butt him.

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