Page 239 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Frankie, what do you want?”

His eyes narrow, his jaw twitching as he grabs my arm. “Something’s happened with Papa and the Villanis. It’s bad, Chella. The kind of bad where someone ends up dead.” He tosses a look over his shoulder in Roman’s direction. “And right now, I don’t know who it’s gonna be.”

CHAPTER1

ROMAN

PRESENT DAY

“Iswear I didn’t touch her!”

My fist tightens around the collar of the guy whose head I currently have held over an open flame. His name is Salvatore Giaconne, a guy my brother Matteo fired right before he took off for Vegas with his wife, Heaven, a few months ago. I don’t know how the hell Salvatore even got into our nightclub, Risk, tonight, but it looks like I need to have a chat with the door guys after I dispose of this piece of garbage.

Without warning, I shove his face closer to the burning wick as he yelps like a little bitch. I grit my teeth and pull him away from the lit candle, throwing him against the wall. It shakes from the impact, the framed photos hanging next to him fall to the floor, glass shattering around his feet.

“Don’t lie to me,” I creep toward him, my shoulders squared and my lips twisted into a sneer. “Do you understand the rules, fucko? Or do I need to translate them into another language for you?”

The guy shudders against the wall, all six feet and two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of him.

He could crush me with that mass.

But he doesn’t, because he knows I don’t need mass in order to do the same…or worse…to him.

“N-no,” he whimpers. “Please, Mr. Villani. I didn’t mean to?—"

I roll my eyes. Fucking pussy. He got caught with his hands in the cookie jar and now he thinks he can cry and beg and walk out of here with his cock still intact?

With a quirk of my brow, I fold my arms over my chest. “So now you’re admitting that you did something.”

The whimpering stops. Idiot. If you’re gonna be a pussy, at least own it. Don’t play a game that you know is gonna get you maimed. That’s just fucking stupidity right there.

Salvatore blinks fast, obviously realizing a little too late that he is a complete moron for contradicting himself like that. “It was an accident,” he says gruffly.

“Oh, so you didn’t mean to tear off Zoe’s G-string with your teeth while you held her down with your knee? It just got caught in your mouth, and when you pulled away, you took it with you?”

And that’s when I see it.

The flicker of annoyance in his deep-set eyes. He grimaces, reverting to his tough-guy routine. “She had it coming,” he hisses.

I narrow my eyes. “Oh yeah? And what exactly did she do to deserve your face between her thighs?”

“I don’t answer to you anymore,” he says coldly.

“When you’re in my club and you’ve just been caught harassing my employee, then yeah. You fucking answer to me!”

Adrenaline floods my veins as I launch myself at him, grabbing the sides of his jacket and slamming him against the wall as hard as I can. Christ, it’s so forceful, I think I scrambled my own brain for a second.

He makes a loudwoof!sound when his body collides with the sheetrock, and a loud crash next to us makes my back stiffen. The glass jar candle I’d almost plunged Salvatore’s face into tumbles onto the floor and cracks against the marble floor tiles. The flame shoots out, dangerously close to igniting the woven area rug in the center of the room. I stomp it out just as it catches the edge of the carpet, gritting my teeth at the damage I’ve almost certainly done to the soles of my Ferragamo loafers.

Salvatore lets out a loud grunt as he lunges for me. I sidestep the still-lit candle as he charges, swinging one of his fists at my temple. I’m just about his height, but since I don’t weigh the same as a baby elephant, I dance around him, narrowly avoiding his next punch.

A loud pounding at the door reminds me that one of my security guys, Ray, is waiting outside, ready to jump in if I need him.

But that’s not how I operate. I put up with security, a necessary evil, but I prefer to handle things on my own.

Myway.

That’s what happens when you’re the youngest in a family of gangsters driven by bloodlust. Everyone already has their own calling card, and they’ve established their own reputations. Nobody has anything left to prove to the rest of the underworld.

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