Page 345 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

TWO WEEKS LATER

“Enough of the Little Miss Innocent bullshit, sweetheart. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

I force a smile, even though I’m practically choking on bile at the thought.

Still, my disguise is perfect.

He has no clue who I really am.

Vigo Kosolov reaches out and grabs one of my boobs, which is dangerously close to the neckline of my low-cut dress. I level him with a stare as he fondles it with the grasp of a man who never bothered to learn how to properly pleasure a woman.

Well, fuck him.

Looks like I’m about to do the entire female population a favor.

But there’s no way on this fucking planet that I’m servinghim.

Vigo is absolutely one of the most vile men I’ve ever encountered. He sticks his dick into anything with legs, and preferably only those below the age of twenty. He takes advantage of young girls, addicts them to drugs, and then pimps them out for cash…cash he can pump into his underground casino. The illicit business he’s built in Brooklyn has made him wads of money.

It's why the big boss, Ivan Volkov, keeps him in power.

And I’m so excited to finally knock him off this throne.

I grit my teeth, the tense conversation I had with my uncle a couple of weeks ago looping through my mind. We’d just gotten home from that standoff with Vigo, and all of the memories of that horrific night had bubbled to the surface again, threatening to spew out at any given second.

The night my brother died.

The night he wasmurdered.

I tuck a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear, gripping his legs and pushing them open in a way that has him frothing at the mouth. He has no idea who I am under the wig, the makeup, and the clothes.

He will soon enough.

Before the light goes out in his eyes, I want him to know who’s responsible.

I inch closer to his stubby cock, which is barely hard since he’s high as a kite on drugs…drugs that don’t belong to him.

Drugs he stole.

Drugs he’s been stealing for a while.

The bastard is selling them, too, and skimming the profits. And Volkov has no idea he’s being robbed blind.

But the big reason why I’m here tonight isn’t to make him pay for screwing over his boss and the bratva.

It’s to make sure my uncle has a clear path to execute his master plan, the details of which are still under lock and key. I have to trust that he will tell me everything I need to know when the time comes. Blind faith sucks, but it’s all I have right now.

The first part of the plan…mypart…is to make sure Vigo gets what’s coming to him, that the slimy, thieving bastard is exterminated.

Permanently.

And I’m perfectly positioned to slaughter.

I run my fingernails down the front of his beefy chest, trying not to gag as he thrusts his hips toward me. A quick glance confirms that my lips will not come anywhere near that shriveled up, old ass dick.

My knife, on the other hand, will definitely make an impact.

Talk about him getting the biggest possible bang for his buck.

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