Page 346 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Ha! Punsointended.

I posed as a hooker to get in here since I can’t take a chance that someone will recognize my face. This hits way too close to home, and if I’m spotted, it will bring hellfire to my doorstep.

I’ve already lost too much.

I won’t risk my uncle’s life.

And I also can’t take a chance of being outed.

“Suck it, bitch. I don’t got all night to play cat and mouse with you.”

“Oh yeah?” I say in a sultry voice, sliding closer. “What else do you have to do tonight? I thought for sure you’d only be doingme.”

I knew just where to go and how to dress to make sure he picked me out of the crowd of girls just waiting for a chance to get fingered by the legendary Russian gangster.

They don’t realize I’m about to do them a huge favor.

“You’re a hot piece of ass, but I got business to take care of,” he grunts, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing my face between his thighs.

I yelp at the sudden force, and a flutter of panic explodes in my belly when I realize my wig has slipped from its pinned position and is now hanging off the side of my head.

Dammit.

I wasn’t planning to do this just yet, but…oh well.

Plans change.

More specifically, plans go up in fucking smoke with the snap of a finger, just like everything else that’s good and perfect.

And just like that, realization seeps into his pock-marked face.

“Anya,” he growls, clutching the armrests and pushing his body to an upright position. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Did your fucking pathetic uncle send you here?” He reaches out and grabs me by the throat. “Or are you just hard up for cash, because nobody wants to work with either of you?” He pulls me closer, hissing right into my face. “You know your uncle is a fucking has-been. It’s just a matter of time before someone drives an ice pick into his heart and tosses his ancient body into the New York Harbor. If you need money, I can take care of you. I got a lot of clients who’d pay plenty for a taste of that pussy if you wanna work for me. It's the only way for you to get anywhere in this life,” he grunts, grabbing my boob and squeezing it hard.

Okay, really? Is he trying to milk a goddamn cow right now?

I force a seductive smile, ignoring the fact that he’s got his grubby hands on me. He’ll never get a chance to put theminme, that’s for damn sure.

“Tell me about how you can take care of me,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “How much can I make?”

He chuckles. “Depends. How tight is that pussy?”

I avert my eyes, trying like hell to appear demure when really I want to hurl all over him.

He lets the wig fall to the floor and grips the back of my head, pulling me toward him. “You a virgin?” he hisses.

“Y-yes!” I yelp as he fists my real hair harder.

Another sinister laugh escapes from his lips. “Well, then, I’m gonna have to give it a test run to make sure you know what you’re doing. I can’t charge top dollar for a bitch who doesn’t know how to fuck.”

The knife strapped to my upper thigh is pressed tight against my skin, my fingers itching to grab it and plunge it into his chest.

But first…

“I can do whatever you want.”

“Oh yeah,” he mutters. “You fucking will. Now start by taking my cock in your mouth, or I’ll kill you and your uncle!” When he swings the palm of his hand against the side of my face, I lose my balance, cursing myself for not seeing that coming. The side of my face is on fire from where one of his ridiculously gaudy rings catches on my cheekbone.

Oh, he didnotjust do that!

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