Page 431 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Sometimes.

“Dante!”

Oh, shit. That doesn’t sound good.

A door slams and Matteo storms out of the apartment, his eyes blazing and damn, those flames are fucking scorching.

I force a smirk. “You rang?”

He stalks over to where I’m sitting and stabs me in the chest with one of his fingers. “You fucking jerkoff! I can’t believe you!”

“Don’t poke me like that, Matty. I’ll kick your ass! What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask, smacking away his finger.

“Heaven set up cameras all over the goddamn place when she hired Anya,” Matteo seethes “She can see every inch of this place. It’s a good fucking thing she missed your midnight fuckfest, right against that window!” he bellows. “I had my coffee against that window this morning, Jesus Christ!”

Uh-oh.

“Cameras? Really? I’ve been here pretty much the whole damn time!”

“Are you going to explain yourself?” Matteo hisses.

“I told you I needed some action,” I say, shrugging.

Matteo fists his hair. “I want to choke you right now,” he seethes. “Her job is to take care of Aisling, not you! She’s just a kid, for Christ’s sake! And you nailed her anyway!”

“I wasn’t thinking,” I say.

“Oh, you were thinking, just with the wrong head,” Sergio quips.

“Shut the hell up,” Matteo growls at him. “Don’t you have a hotel to run?”

“I just came up here to check things out and meet the new girl.” Sergio winks at me. “Score, dude.”

“Get out of here,” Matteo demands. “Or I’ll kick your ass next!”

Sergio puts up his hands. “Okay, okay. You know I’m only up a couple of floors if you need me.” He disappears inside the apartment and Matteo glares at me, his forehead pinched. “How can your head be so far up your ass, Dante? We have so much crap to deal with right now and you just forgot about all of it? Just to get off? You lost focus!”

“Hey,” I say, pointing a finger at him. “You knew I wasn’t happy, that I haven’t been happy. I’ve been your little bitch for months now, just skulking around and waiting for someone to attack. But nobody has and I don’t want to be here forever, Matteo. I get that you’re nervous but you’ve got a solid network out here. You don’t need me hovering like a damn helicopter.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “So you won’t even consider the security firm?”

“I don’t want to be a fucking chauffeur to these arrogant asshole millionaires! I want my life back.”

But even as I say it, a small part of me resists the words.

Same way it did when I told Sergio I wanted out.

Because that tiny part is intrigued at what my life could become if I stayed.

Damn.

Where the hell did that come from?

I convinced myself it was time to move on.

And the mere mention of what happened between me and Anya has me conflicted.

“Dante,” Matteo says. I can see he’s struggling to keep himself under control right now. “I can’t keep tabs on you when you’re buried in some obscure corner of the world doing a hit. You’re good. Very fucking good. But what happens when one day, someone is better?” He shakes his head. “I have a responsibility to the family, to Papa. It’s to protect you all however I can. You haven’t been in the same spot for longer than a couple of months for the past ten years!”

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