Page 385 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She gives a pointed look to the girl. “Because I was trying to save you, pumpkin,” she says in a very fucking fake-sounding voice.

“Do I look like I need saving?” I hiss at her. The girl’s lips twist and she jumps up, taller than Heaven by about six inches.

“There’s no need to be so rude,” she snips, creeping toward Heaven, her arms folded against her chest. “But then again, if I was wearing that kind of getup out here, I’d be pretty crabby, too,” she says, pointing at Heaven’s sundress.

Okay, it’s not really so much a sundress as maybe a muumuu.

Heaven is extremely sensitive about her post-baby body. I don’t dare tell her that getting up in the middle of the night with Aisling doesn’t have to mean thatbothof them get a yummy snack.

For nine months, she had chocolate soft-serve ice cream with butterscotch sauce three times a day. It became a new food group for her, and I guess she hasn’t lost the taste for it.

And this girl literally just took her life in her own hands when she made that crack at Heaven’s wardrobe choice.

I’m kinda interested to see how far it goes before I need to step in.

Heaven gasps, recoiling with that drink still clutched in her hand. “Excuse me from trying to protect my brother-in-law from some almost-naked slut who can’t even keep her tits in her bathing suit top! I mean, there arechildrenout here!” she yells, waving her hand around her. “And you are clearly a gold-digging whore!”

The girl swings out her hand, I guess in an attempt to slap Heaven.

That’s just stupid right there because what she doesn’t anticipate is Heaven grabbing her wrist and bending it back so hard, it’s on the brink of snapping.

That’s exactly what she does, too.

See? So not fucking normal.

My poor niece.

“Whoa,” I say, jumping up from the ledge of the pool. The girl is screaming bloody murder, and a few security guys are hurrying over.

I peel Heaven’s hand off of the girl’s wrist and she glares at me.

“I was in the middle of something, thank you very much!”

The girl clutches her wrist. “You’re a crazy fucking bitch!” she shrieks. But she hightails it away from us as quickly as she can.

I’m clearly not worth the potential for bodily harm.

Eh.

I’ve already got a girl.

She’s easy to please, too, and happy to be flailing around in the pool. She’s got no idea her mother just committed assault.

“Heaven, babe, you can’t just go around attacking people like that,” Matteo says.

“The fuck I can’t!” she bellows. “That skank called me fat! What was I supposed to do?”

“Is everything alright here, Mr. and Mrs. Villani?” One of the security guards asks as he approaches. “Looks like there was a bit of a commotion.”

I bite back a smirk. He knows all too well what the commotion was all about. Hell, I think everyone on staff knows that Heaven’s Irish temper rages even hotter when she’s on zero sleep, as is the case these days.

“Yes, everything is just fine, Jimmy. Thank you for checking,” she says with a smile, looking calmer than I’ve seen her look in months. It may be forced, but she’s doing a good job of convincing him to the point where he nods and gives her a little salute before retreating back to his post.

She lets out a deep sigh and sinks down next to Matteo and Aisling. She smiles and coos at her daughter, taking her into her arms and nuzzling her neck.

The mood swings. Fuck. I don’t know how Matty handles it.

Heaven is brutal, even when she’s running on a full night’s sleep.

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