Page 162 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Once I am outside of the club and away from the man who is equal parts devastatingly handsome and just plain devastating, I dart across the parking lot and run toward my car. Short, sharp gasps slip from my lips as tiny bits of gravel and sand slice at my bare feet once again. I clutch my one remaining shoe, ready to fling it at anyone who dares lay a finger on me in my mad dash.

But nobody shows up to scuffle with me a second time.

And good old Javier is probably getting nice and liquored up, courtesy of one Sergio Villani.

A deep flush heats my cheeks as I pull open the door to my Mercedes G wagon and slide into the driver’s seat. My head collapses against the seat as I slam my fists on the steering wheel.

“Fuck!” I scream, the piercing sound shattering the otherwise still air.

I came here on a mission, almost getting myself completely maimed…or worse…in the process. I did my reconnaissance, confirmed that Sergio is working with the Becerra Cartel, and fucked the target!

What was I thinking?!

My chest heaves, my heart pumping furiously as I slam my foot on the gas and head back to the Sapphire Lounge. The streetlights blind me as I swerve in and out of lanes on the Strip, weaving around cars not going fast enough for my liking.

How could I give in to the temptation of forgoing my plans and throwing myself in the arms of the man who has just become one of our mortal enemies?

And if he’s in bed with the organization who killed my parents, then he’s as ruthless, calculating, and murderous as they are.

He, like the head of the Becerra Cartel, needs to suffer.

And I need to have my damn head examined for letting myself get sucked into his funnel cloud…his delicious, sensual, and very carnal fu?—

“Stop thinking about him!” I let out a loud screech. That’s all! I just have to forget what I did. It meant nothing. I was charged up on adrenaline and let lust consume my sensibilities.

Period!

I make a sharp left down the road leading to the club. It’s dark, desolate, and not frequently traveled, which makes the club well protected. It also adds to the air of exclusivity, but let’s be real. Security is a necessity, and being in the middle of the desert shields us from the very people we’ve been trying to evade.

Nate needs to stop this meeting from taking place!

I speed down the road and maneuver my car into my designated VIP parking spot. I slip on my emergency pair of heels before I get out and run inside, past the staggering hordes of people clamoring to get through the deep blue glass doors.

I don’t bother searching the main floor because I know my brother.

Sure enough, I find him in his office, huddled over a group of security monitors.

“We…have…to…cancel,” I rasp, clutching the back of a chair for balance since my impromptu jog has me completely out of breath and energy.

“Cancel what?” he asks.

“The meeting! With Villani!”

Nate jumps up from his chair and joins me on the couch where I’ve just collapsed against the luxe pebbled leather. “Jae, what the hell are you talking about? Tell me you didn’t fucking stake out his office like I specifically told you not to!”

I take a few gulps of air and he shoves a shot of vodka into my hands. “Calm down and talk to me,” he murmurs, sinking down next to me.

“O…kay,” I say, my hands still shaking. “Don’t be mad…”

Nate rolls his eyes and scrubs a hand down the front of his face. “Goddammit, Jae…”

“Look, I know it seems bad, but I did what I had to do.”

“So you lied to me.”

“Well, of course I did! I had to! I didn’t go there to gossip with those twits and drink cosmopolitans all night long!”

Nate throws his hands into the air. “You’re gonna give a me a heart attack one of these days, do you realize that?”

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