Page 296 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Dante lets out a soft snicker. “Okay, okay. Go ‘comfort’ your girlfriend. Then when you’re done, I’ll invade your fridge.”

“You already did that, by the way,” I mutter as he backs into his room.

I sweep a hand through my hair, dropping the hand with the gun clutched in it. He’s right. There’s no intruder. I’m being overly paranoid right now.

This kidnapping shit is new for me.

Usually I just slash and walk.

I can usually rid myself of my victims pretty fast.

This one will be with me for a while. And I’ve already pissed her off enough for one night. After she stormed out of the kitchen, I heard the shower in the bathroom run for a good half an hour. Then, silence.

Not even a single bark.

I figured she let Bella into my room to shit in the rest of my sneakers but surprisingly, they were spared. Of course, she might have hidden a little steaming surprise for later.

It’s what I would’ve done in her position.

I hold out my fist and softly knock on the door before pushing it open a crack.

I can see Marchella’s silhouette as she stands by the window, staring out at the moonlit sky.

She turns with a gasp, the beams of light dancing on top of her dark hair like a halo.

The angel and the devil.

How friggin’ ironic.

“You okay?” I say in a low voice, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

She stares at me, tears streaming from her eyes as she shakes her head. “No. I haven’t been okay in a really long time, as a matter of fact.”

I take a tentative step into the room, then stop short as Bella leaps to her feet and growls at me from the foot of the bed.

I furrow my brow. She’s staring at me like she wants to tear me to shreds with her sharp little chompers and I have to admit, even though she’s tiny, that guttural sound makes me take a step back.

I hear a hint of a giggle and sneak a glance at Marchella. Despite her sniffles and tear-streaked face, she’s actually smiling. The sight makes my dick tingle.

Ah, shit.

I guess Iamthat twisted.

“She doesn’t like you.”

I lift an eyebrow. “I’m an acquired taste.”

“In other words, if at first you have to choke it down, sputtering and gagging, try, try again?”

My lips curl upward. “I’ve never had any complaints about anyone choking anything down.”

She lets out a frustrated huff, turning back to the window. “You’re gross.”

“Yeah, but in a few days, you might actually find me tolerable. It can happen just like that.” I snap my fingers.

“Right now, I find you insufferable,” she whispers. “I don’t understand why you couldn’t let me call Frankie. He was hurt badly and you wouldn’t even let me check on him.”

“Chella—”

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