Page 230 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Becerra.

Fuck!

My fingers shake as I dial Matteo’s number.

When the call connects, I don’t even wait for him to speak. “Becerra…is here. For me. For us. I got another one of the shooters. But he…he got Jaelyn and Bruno.” My voice cracks. “I won’t let him get anyone else.”

“That’s good. I like that kind of confidence.” An accented voice assaults my ears, and I clench the phone tight, searing pain racing up my arm.

“Becerra,” I hiss.

“Very good, Sergio.”

“Unpredictable as always,” I hiss.

“Yes, well, I can say the same for you. Attacking Javier like you did, disrespecting me and my offer for partnership, and then finding yourself in bed with our enemy while you plotted to eliminate me.” He sighs. “I should kill Matteo, but it wouldn’t be fair to him. After all, it was you who concocted this plan, yes?”

“Let him go,” I growl. “Come for me, Becerra. You’ve got a problem with the way I do business? Handle me your-fucking-self.”

“Oh, I will. Make no mistake. But was it really worth it? We could have ruled this city. Me, your whole syndicate. We’d have owned every last inch of the place.”

“We have a very strict ‘no shit heel’ rule for new members,” I seethe. “So it wouldn’t have worked out.”

He chuckles, a low, sinister one that boils my blood. That fucker has my brothers, and Bruno and Jaelyn are already dead.

What the hell am I gonna do?

How the fuck can I win?

I stagger to my feet, still holding the phone to my ear.

“Come to the chapel,” he says. “Say a prayer. And then, when divine intervention doesn’t work because itwon’t, you can take it up with your maker.”

Footsteps pound on the floor behind me and I spin around to find Dante holding a finger to his mouth. I click to end the call. “Jesus Christ, I never thought I’d ever be so happy to see you,” I say. “How the hell did you get away from him?”

“I told Matteo to hang tight until backup got here, but he went looking for you. Dumbass managed to get snatched by that short, fat ass.”

“He killed Jaelyn and Bruno,” I say, my voice hitching.

“Fuck,” Dante says, scrubbing a hand down the front of his face. “Are you sure?”

“It’s what he said.”

“Goddammit, Bruno,” Dante says in a low growl. “Fucking guy! How?”

“I don’t know. But he’s waiting for us in the chapel. Says he’s got Matteo.”

Dante looks at my bloody arms. “You gonna be okay to shoot?”

I nod, my jaw tight. “If I had nubs for arms, I’d find a fucking way to fire this gun,” I grunt. “What about Nate?”

“Still being worked on. I guess Becerra assumed one of his other guys would clip him.”

We run in the direction of the chapel, slowing down as the doorway comes into view. I creep up to it, pulling open the door and staring inside.

It’s fucking empty.

I walk into the small space. “I don’t get it. Where the hell?—?”

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