Page 514 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

The question is, what is he planning to do about it?

She slides out of the booth, and without another look, she walks toward the door of the club, her minions following close behind. Bruno collapses across from me, raking a hand through his hair.

“You know what the hell that’s all about?”

“No,” I grunt because Bruno and Aldo don’t even know the real reason why I’m hiding out in Vegas. They don’t get why her use of my name makes my gut twist. They think I came here to party and sample some American pussy.

Unfortunately that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.

With sagged shoulders, I push myself out of the booth, wondering if there will be any surprise visitors waiting for us outside the club when we leave.

Laying low at the hotel makes it difficult for anyone to ice me, but out in the open?

I’m a fucking sitting duck.

Screwed beyond belief.

I grab my phone from my pocket, ready to shoot off a message to Sergio. My temples throb. He needs to know the whole story, just in case I don’t make it back to the hotel. If what I believe is true and Messina knows I’m here, he’ll just have his guys wait to tail me back there.

And take me out en route.

Or worse, kill me once I get back to the hotel, then storm the place.

Goddammit! Looks like the Severinov surveillance team choked.

It’s over.

All of it.

Over.

“We’ve gotta get out of here,” I murmur. I remember seeing a back entrance, past the dance floor, my obsession with Lily forgotten.

Too bad my car is out front.

I should call Sergio, have him send a car and a security team.

He’ll skin me alive for making the request, but it just might save my ass and get me the cover I need.

My skin prickles with tiny beads of perspiration. I justhadto stir shit up at the hotel tonight, didn’t I?

I let out a frustrated sigh, pushing my way through the hot and sweaty crowd, my eyes everywhere. If someone’s gonna try and pop me, I’ll give them the fight of their damn life.

I give a quick glance over my shoulder to make sure Bruno is still behind me and just as I turn back, a splash of something cold and wet soaks my shirt. I wrinkle my nose.

Cold, wet, and fruity.

“Watch what the fuck you’re—” I start to grunt, then stop when I see the angry expression on my assailant’s face.

Her gorgeous, flushed, and extremely pissed off face.

Lily.

Except the look of disgust isn’t directed at me, it’s focused on the guy to my right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, bitch?” he yells at her. “You’ve been all over my dick and now you decide you don’t want it?”

“No, I was dancing with you because I thought you were a decent guy,” she shouts with a roll of her eyes. “Clearly I was mistaken. And don’t flatter yourself by saying I was all over your dick. You were grinding against me enough for me to know I wouldn’t have been able to find it if I tried!” She grabs Chloe’s arm and pulls her away from the group of guys she’s dancing with.

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