Page 341 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Once Sergio disappears, Matteo turns back to me. “I need you to be here, Dante.”

“I am here,” I say. “See? Trust me, I ain’t no mirage.” Then I let out another laugh. “Because, you know…”

“The Mirage. Yeah, I get it.” He rolls his eyes. “Jesus, when did you become such a comedian?”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s the uncle thing. I’m like a new man or something. You know, the fun uncle…the funcle.”

“Or maybe it’s the job,” Matteo says.

“Maybe. Contract killers don’t get a lot of on-the-job laughs, so we look for ’em when we’re off the clock.”

“I’m sure.” His eyebrows knit together and a chill shuttles down my spine. He’s being more evasive than usual, and his expression isn’t the usual stoic one he sports.

He’s nervous.

Matteo never gets nervous.

That makes me more than a little curious to hear the reason.

“What’s happening, Matty?” I ask in a low voice. “What the hell do I need to know?”

His blue eyes darken as he leans in closer, his voice a choked whisper. “It’s what you alreadydoknow that’s the problem.”

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