Page 191 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Be careful what you wish for…

That’s when an eerie calm settles over me. The fact that I have Jaelyn in my arms right now should scare the shit out of me. This stunt will have my ass in front of a firing squad, and at this point, it could be anyone pulling the trigger, including my own family.

I open the back door of my car and slide Jaelyn into the leather seat. I grab a pair of handcuffs from the floor and slap them on her before jumping into the driver’s seat. I press the ignition and the engine roars to life. I slam my foot on the gas, spin the steering wheel around, and tear back down the road toward the Strip.

Away from the Sapphire Lounge and toward…

I grip the steering wheel tight.

Where the hell am I even going? Am I really doing this? Am I really kidnapping Jaelyn Torres?

Jesus, this was not what I had in mind when I said I wanted her lying on my bed, spread-eagle.

I take a few breaths, trying to calm my heart so it doesn’t explode out of my chest while muttering to myself. “Where can I go? Not back to the hotel. Not back to the Sapphire Lounge.” My fingertips thump on the steering wheel, harder and faster until I get an idea. A fucking brilliant one.

The Severinovs, the notorious Russian bratva that we’ve partnered with here in Vegas, are about to become my saviors. They have a safehouse outside the city. Away from everything and everyone. Completely off the grid.

But better than that?

It’s under renovation, and the crews won’t be back to work for another week. That should give me plenty of time to figure out what in the hell I’m going to do with Jaelyn. From a business standpoint, that is. I already have plenty of ideas about things I can do to her that have nothing to do with work and everything to do with pleasure.

And it definitely won’t take me a week to exhaustthatlist.

My eyes dart left, right, forward, and backward as I drive into the desert and far away from the Excelsior. If you need anything in this life, it’s fucking three-hundred-and-sixty-degree vision.

It’s critical to your survival.

Last night, we got lucky and escaped death.

And today?

I check the rearview mirror, my lips curling upward. My tongue sweeps over them as I catch a glimpse of Jaelyn’s tits peeking out of the neckline of her tight shirt.

That’s the moment clarity shines light on my otherwise murky predicament.

Matteo is always bitching about the fact that I don’t make moves that have any value for the family.

Well, fuck that, bro!

I have a ton of value in my grasp right now, about a hundred-and-twenty pounds of it, wrapped up tight in spandex that highlights every luscious curve.

She’s not just the epitome of carnal pleasure.

She’s our bargaining chip.

An incredible hot and fuckable one, if I say so myself.

Her asshole brother thought he could scare us away with bullets, but he’s about to find out you don’t fight fire with fire. You fight fire with a nuclear fucking bomb.

And when it drops, when he realizes exactly who he’s turned into his most lethal enemy, he’ll realize he has only one move to make.

The one we dictate.

Put that one up your ass and smoke it, Matteo.

CHAPTER12

JAELYN

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