Page 189 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

My chest heaves as I fumble with the lock for the glove compartment. I need my gun, dammit!

Visions of the Bowman brothers splattered with blood streak across my vision as I dig around for my weapon.

I knew this would happen.

I told Nate it was coming!

My fingers are shaking so badly that I can’t even grip the handle for longer than a second before it slips out of my hand and onto the floor. In my periphery, I see a tall figure approaching and I bend down to grab the gun, checking that there is a full cl?—

Fuck!

It’s empty!

I toss the gun to the ground since it’s useless to me now. I grab a pen from the console, ready to impale anyone who gets too close.

The man’s image gets sharper as he closes the distance between us, my spine stiff, my pen hand ready to lance.

I blink fast.

Wait…I know him!

Dark hair.

Killer body.

Harsh, penetrating gaze.

It’s Sergio Villani.

And he’s pointing a gun right at my head.

He pulls it away for a split second, just enough time to pop off a shot and deflate the front left tire, making the bottom of the car crack against the pavement under it.

I let out a piercing scream until he has the gun back on me. He pulls open the door, motioning for me to get out. This is my chance. I can at least take out an eye!

I keep my arm at my side, pen wrapped tight in my fingers as I glare at him. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Get out of the car, Jaelyn,” he says, his lips twisted into a grimace that makes him look hotter than hell, if that’s even possible. God, he does the menacing thing really well.

Must be all that mafia boot camp shit.

I leap out of the car with a guttural scream, launching my hand at his jugular at the same time a brief sting in my left arm jolts me. Sergio doesn’t even blink as he sidesteps my attack. The sting quickly replaced with an icy cold sensation that slithers down to my fingertips, numbing them almost instantly. It winds through my insides, rendering me completely immobile in seconds. I try to swat at him, my already-weak attempt useless since the pen is now on the ground at my feet. I sway left and right, my knees buckling as I collapse against him.

I can’t move. I can’t yell. I can’t do a goddamn thing except lay in his arms as whatever he just injected me with sucks the consciousness from my body.

As numbness spreads through me, quickly replacing the panic, a heavy black fog consumes my conscious and I spiral hard and fast into the sinkhole that has suddenly become my life.

CHAPTER11

SERGIO

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

That happened way faster than I thought it would. Doc Arlo said it takes a few minutes to feel the effects of the drug when injected. I’d asked for it just in case Enrico needed a little juice to ease the pain today. I didn’t think that when he gave it to me I’d be using it for something else, a plan that really didn’t start percolating until after my blowout with Matteo.

Jaelyn went out like a light in a fucking blink. Christ, I hope I didn’t give her too much. The Doc said the dosage was enough for Enrico, but he’s a big dude and she’s about half of his size. But time wasn’t really on my side. It was either shoot her up, or get stabbed in the neck with a pen.

And if I’m going out with a pen, it’s gonna be something like a Mont Blanc. Not a fucking Bic.

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