Page 381 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“One last thing, just in case it comes up,” I say, pressing my luck. Uncle Boris’s face is beet-red right now, but I need to ask. “How did I even get into the running for this job? You know, since I never actually submitted a resume.”

“It’s amazing what you can do when you have eyes and ears on everything,” he says curtly. “I took care of everything through my contact. He had inside knowledge of their au pair needs and was able to slot you in as a candidate. I emailed you what you need to prep. You’re a student who wants to enroll at UNLV next year. You took time off between high school and college to make some extra money to pay for school.”

“And I study…?”

“International business.” He lifts an eyebrow. “Because you’re bilingual.”

“Fabulous.” I roll my eyes. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Just read the email. It’s all in there. You’re safer not knowing too much.”

“Yes, I can definitely see how my complete and utter ignorance will work much more in my favor,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“Call me when you have the job,” my uncle says in a tight voice.

“Yeah,ifI get the job,” I mutter, clicking to end the call. I toss the phone onto the mattress, cover my eyes, and let out a loud groan.

Okay, so I have an hour to figure out how to take care of a baby and manage to not get reported to Child Protective Services as an imposter nanny.

Or au pair.

Or what the fuck ever!

I clutch the comforter in my fists.

And I will figure it out…because whoever these people are, they’re about to experience some damn severe retribution.

CHAPTER10

DANTE

“So then, I tiptoed into the room, went up behind the chair he was sitting in, and slit his throat from ear to ear!” I say in an exaggerated sing-song voice. “And a-boom! He was dead!”

Aisling’s bright blue eyes light up as she giggles, her arms and legs flailing as if I’ve just told her the most amazing story she’s ever heard. I keep my best assassin tales stored up just for her. Her plump little body shakes with laughter when I give her belly a little motorboat action.

Yes, I’m a great fucking uncle.

We’re outside on the pool deck at my family’s hotel, the Excelsior, and even though I’m all set up in the shade, the heat is so excruciating, I need to jump into the water every five minutes to make sure neither one of us dies of heat stroke.

I scoop Aisling into my arms and walk over to the ledge of the pool, making sure her sunhat is securely fastened under her chin and that she’s slathered with sunblock.

Heaven and Matteo will skewer me if the kid shows up with a hint of pink on her skin.

I position her in my lap, very aware of several pairs of female eyes on me bouncing Aisling on my knee as she splashes and babbles. In my periphery, I can see them smiling and whispering, but I have zero interest in engaging with any of them. My mind is on one girl only…the one I just left, the one currently slumming it at the Bellagio for the foreseeable future.

Anya.

What a sexy fucking name.

That kiss has had my dick in a twist for the past couple of hours since my visit with the now-late Miguel Rivas, and I’ve been trying to come up with scenarios where I can experience it again without looking like a total stalker.

The other thing nagging at me is the connection I felt. It’s something I can’t explain…just a feeling, really…like I’ve met her before.

She makes me think of Red Death…Dress…from last night, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why.

Maybe I’m just so wrapped up in the wanton memories from that erotic little encounter at the back of the lounge that I’m projecting them onto this other girl.

The one who is here in Vegas, not the nameless Russian mafia princess who left without so much as a ‘thank you’ for getting her off.

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