Page 379 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I’m back to my murderous self, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment.

I really do need to shoot shit more often.

Best damn therapy ever.

CHAPTER9

ANYA

Islide the key card into the door and the lock clicks, opening to a modest type of room. I frown as I walk around the smallish space. It’s not bad, I just expected more glitz and glam considering what the rest of the place looks like.

Dante’s words come back to me.

It isn’t quite a shithole, but it’s definitely not the lap of luxury.

I guess the Bellagio reserves its best for the whales.

And I’m not about to be caught in their net.

I have enough of my own mazes to navigate.

I drop my bag and collapse onto the bed, kicking off my sneakers. I close my eyes for what feels like half a second before my ringtone blares in my ear. I let the phone drop next to my head and it feels like clashing cymbals are being smashed between my ears.

I flip onto my stomach, stifling a yawn as I click to accept the call. Uncle Boris’s face flashes on the screen. He’s always got a pinched look, and the creases in his forehead are deeper than usual.

“Anya, any trouble at the hotel?”

He’s not one for small talk. He’s the guy who gets right to the point.

My mind trips back to my one-way conversation with Dottie.

Yeah, sometimes a little small talk would be nice. Make me feel like I’m more than just an employee.

“No,” I say. “All is good. So tell me about this job, Uncle. You didn’t give me much to go on last night when we spoke.”

“Your interview is in an hour,” he says in his thick accent. “At the Excelsior Hotel and Casino.”

I snicker. “What’s the job? Blackjack dealer?”

“Au pair,” he says, his brows knitted together.

I sit straight up on the mattress. “Auwhat?”

“Au pair. You’re interviewing to be the caretaker of a child.”

“What?” I shriek. “A caretaker? For a real livechild? Whose kid is it? Andwhy?” This is truly horrifying news. Besides the fact that I have zero experience with kids, I avoid them like the plague. You know how some girls just flock to them because they’re so cute and cuddly and whatever else gets their ovaries pumping?

I’m not that girl!

I’m the one who runs because they’re noisy and sticky and whiny.

How in the hell could he possibly think I could evengetthis job?

I have zero maternal instincts!

“I realize it’s a little different than the types of jobs that you’re used to, but you’re the only one who can do it. And the Villani family is the client — the ones who were involved with Maks’s murder. This is the big one, Anya. This is the job that will put me on top again. Without Vigo blocking my path, I will finally be in control again. I will finally be respected. And we will finally get the revenge we seek!”

My skin prickles at his words. I vowed to eliminate anyone who had a hand in that fateful night.

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