Page 515 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I’m mesmerized by the fire in this girl, so much so that I forget my own suck-ass predicament.

But the guy is not letting Lily get away. He grabs her wrist, and even in the center of the packed dance floor, she twists around with malice in her eyes.

Malice and a challenge.

Oh, fuck yeah.

What have we got here?

As sticky and damp as my shirt is, I can’t tear my eyes away.

The corners of her lips curl upward and she uses some kind of grip to flick his wrist backward, really hard to the point where she almost separates it from his arm. Looks fucking painful.

And then as he’s moaning about his wrist, she drives her knee into his groin, sending him straight to his knees and into a puddle of whatever drink she flung at us.

“Oh, shit!” Chloe giggles and claps a hand over her mouth as she hurries behind Lily.

Neither one of them recognize me gawking, either.

“Zeno, come on. This place is gonna turn into a circus. Let’s go before we’re stuck in the middle of a fucking brawl.” Bruno nudges me but doesn’t need to since I’m already hot on Lily’s heels, my worries about Messina dissipating into the steamy air around us.

And I’m not following her because I need to see her again.

There are about three guys whom that schmuck just signaled from his place on the floor and they’re all in pursuit.

As brutal as she is, I know she can’t take them all on by herself, even though she may think she’s some kind of a ninja in that red dress. And Chloe looks a hundred percent plastered and two-hundred percent useless.

Jesus, and I was the one itching for action. I just figured I’d be the one to deliver it, not watch it from the sidelines.

Lily storms toward the back exit when one of the guys foolishly grabs her arm and yanks.

Hard.

Not smart.

I mean, didn’t he see his friend crying like a bitch out there?

My own fingers twitch and adrenaline shoots through them.

“Oh, shit,” Bruno mutters behind me, like he knows what’s coming.

I shove past the spectators and fist the back of the guy’s shirt, pulling him away from her. “It’s not polite to grab people, ya know?” I growl, throwing him against a nearby table. Glasses shatter as they hit the floor and people jump up from their chairs.

Another one of his crew leaps at me just as I turn around, pounding his fists into my side. I’m double his size, though, so his punches feel more like light taps. “I like your enthusiasm,” I hiss. “But you need to work on your power strikes. Like this.” I launch my fist at his jaw and he goes flying into a small crowd that’s formed right off the dance floor.

Bouncers rush over to us, pulling me, Bruno, and Aldo away from the third guy who was ready to throw down.

Jesus, these American guys and their beer muscles.

“Listen, we weren’t looking for any trouble—” I say before one of the bigger bouncers cuts me off.

“Well, you found it. And now you’re outta here,” he mutters, opening the door and shoving me and Bruno out of the club.

“Does it feel good?” Bruno asks me with a chuckle. “Getting out of the hotel, pummeling some asshole guys? You get your fix?”

I straighten up, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, just fucking great.”

A clicking sound gets louder and louder, and I turn to see Lily and Chloe hurrying over to us.

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