Page 348 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

DANTE

“Something is up with Conor. I just don’t know what the hell it is,” my friend Patrick Mulligan mutters as we walk down Brighton 6thStreet in Brighton Beach toward our destination.

I rub the back of my neck, thinking of the flight I have back to Las Vegas tomorrow morning and how I’d really like to get at least an hour of sleep before I have to drag myself out of the hotel to head for the airport.

But, duty calls.

I came out to New York City for a few days at my brother Matteo’s request to do a little investigation. And to be honest, I needed the break. I’ve been out in Vegas for months now as my niece and sister-in-law’s personal bodyguard. Matteo has been focused on all of the threats to our family that have surfaced over the past couple of years, and since I’m paid very well to eliminate them, he asked me to provide my own brand of security for his family.

And I’ve been a good soldier because family comes before everything. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect them.

But I’m getting damn tired of my life out there in the sweltering desert heat.

There’s no action, no suspense, and definitely no sniper rifles in my midst.

Christ, I haven’t even spotted anyone cheating in our casino.

At least then I’d have the chance to smash in some skulls.

But my life has become as stagnant as the thick and heavy air out there.

I miss the thrill of the hunt and with each passing, boring-as-fuck day, I’m losing my edge.

So I was happy to hop a flight out here to stalk my family’s latest threat.

Conor Mulligan.

But he’s not just any enemy.

He’s the worst type — a fucking lunatic with a serious grudge and a taste for bloodlust.

He also happens to be my sister-in-law Heaven’s estranged and seriously disturbed brother.

After being forced to marry my oldest brother, Matteo, Heaven’s relationship with her family pretty much went to shit. Her father is a controlling, sexist asshole, and her brother Conor snagged her spot as underboss of the Mulligan family only because he’s got a dick.

I look up at the nondescript sign next to the door to the restaurant and nightclub. If you look fast, you’d completely miss it.

Tatiana.

This is it.

I did my own investigating when Patrick gave me the name of the place Conor was planning to visit tonight and found out there’s an underground casino in the hidden lower level of the place run by the Russian bratvabrigadier, Vigo Kosolov. He oversees an elite group of soldiers and runs his businesses on behalf of Ivan Volkov. Volkov is thepakhan…the boss of this bratva. But casinos aren’t Vigo’s real game. His big businesses are drugs and prostitution, and he uses the girls to mule his product. He sends them to nightclubs all over the tri-state area to distribute them.

Working with the Mulligan family wouldn’t do anything for Vigo.

They have nothing to offer him. They don’t deal in pussy, and they’ve gotten burned by one of the biggest cartels in the area.

They’rethe ones who really need the strong backing.

But why keep the meeting with Vigo a secret from everyone, Conor? What the hell are you really up to?

Vigo is a dangerous motherfucker, too. He’ll set fire to your life if you cross him.

Your life and the lives of everyone you love.

And Conor doesn’t have a great track record of playing nice in the sandbox, which means anyone associated with him has their necks on the chopping block.

One wrong move and the machetes will fly.

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