Page 325 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And I want him ready to fight!

I pull out a knife and cut the tape off his wrists. Then I toss the knife onto the concrete, edging close to him. He sways left and right, trying to get his bearings.

I catch Bobby’s incredulous stare as he walks back in but I don’t give a damn.

I want Frankie free right now.

I want to pummel him into the ground knowing that it’s because I’m stronger and more powerful.

I don’t want to pussy out and beat the shit out of him while he can’t protect himself.

That’s pathetic and weak.

And I’m not that guy!

Not any fucking more!

“Come on, you bastard!” I yell, holding up my fists. “You’re free! So fucking take the shot!”

He swings at me and I duck backward before landing a solid punch to his gut. He lets out a loud moan and hunches over.

“That’s all you’ve got, Frankie? That’s the best you can do?” I launch my fist out again once he lifts his head. It explodes against his jaw and he stumbles backward against the concrete. Blood oozes from the corner of his mouth and he glares at me. “It’s about time you learned how to throw a goddamn punch,” he hisses, launching himself at me. We crash into the chair, landing on the cold ground with a loud thud. I swing like my life depends on it, smashing my fists into his midsection, since I know that’s his weakness.

At least, since yesterday when my guys kicked the crap out of him before dragging him to my office.

I slam my fists into his face, his throat, his temple, all while my vision is blanketed in a deep red haze.

Fury floods my insides until my fingers can’t take any more and I collapse on the ground next to Frankie. His lip is split, his jaw bloody and even more bruised than before.

He rolls away from me, groaning as he lands on his side. “You can’t stop it,” he hisses. “I led the Volkovs to you to save my ass, Roman. I more than made up for what I took from them. I gave them the keys to your kingdom, and now they’re gonna plunder it until there’s nothing left! Because that’s what you deserve! You took for so long, now someone else is gonna take from you!” He struggles to get up and turns to look at me. “How’s that for karma, bitch?”

With all the force I can muster, I land one final punch and Frankie goes down like a bag of cement, his head cracking on the floor.

I stagger to my feet, raking a hand through my hair. “That asshole is working with the Volkov Bratva,” I mutter. “Did you lock down the drugs?”

Bobby nods. “I had more security put on the new location since we moved them after the first robbery. The Volkovs won’t find anything if they show up again at Risk.”

I nod. “Good. Now help me get this piece of shit into my trunk. I’m not letting him out of my sight.”

“But what about the bratva? Frankie said they’re coming.”

“Make sure security is prepped at the club.” But a nagging feeling tells me the club isn’t the target. “I’ve gotta get back to my place now.”

Except, I don’t really know what the hell to do once I get back there.

I don’t have any bad blood with the Volkovs.

They run their territories and we run ours. Why the hell would they come into Manhattan to mess with our businesses, especially knowing we’re connected to the Severinov Bratva, our Russian counterparts in Las Vegas?

The Severinovs would decimate them.

They know that.

It doesn’t make sense.

I rub the back of my neck once Frankie is locked in my trunk, and I drive back to my building with crazed thoughts flying through my mind.

I feel like I’m missing something and I fucking hate it!

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