Page 531 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Sergio is gonna hit the roof when he finds out about everything…the hackers, the shooters, me finding my way back to Lily…

That is, when I can find him.

And now Bruno’s pulled a disappearing act, too?

What the hell is going on over there?

I scroll through my messages and I see nothing from Sergio or Bruno.

“Dammit,” I mutter. “When was the last time you spoke to Bruno?”

“We went out for a few drinks once we got back. I left him at the club with a few women hanging on him so I assumed he went to his place with them. But he hasn’t been answering his phone or the door, and I don’t have a key to get into his apartment. And since I wasn’t sure what kind of kinky shit he had going on, I didn’t think he’d appreciate security barging in, ya know?”

I scrub a hand down the front of my face. Bruno is probably still passed out and will eventually surface. But Sergio has no idea what kind of hell fire is about to rain down on all of us or why. I mean, he assumes it’s because of me and for that, he’s right. But he needs to hear the why.

Fuck, I’d really like to wring Salesi’s neck right now for shoving me into this rabbit hole. Like I needed any help getting sucked deeper into the murk.

Salesi’s got a son. Why the hell didn’themake the hit? I do a good enough job of screwing things up without anyone else’s help.

“We need to find them both. Lemme make a call, okay? Hang tight.” I take a deep breath before dialing the number of the one person who might actually have a clue where Sergio is.

I hate like hell to have to ask, but we’re running low on time.

And much as I don’t want to admit it, I need my cousin right now.

Maybe if he hears we were duped, he won’t be as pissed off at me.

That’ll be a nice change.

I stab a number into my phone and after a few rings, a sultry voice answers. “Zeno,” Rayleigh says. She must have programmed it into her phone with the hope that one day I’d actually call to tell her what she wants to hear. “Did you change your mind? Because you’re a little too late, sweetie. And I got tired of waiting for you to come around.”

I furrow my brow. “Listen, Rayleigh. I’m calling about Sergio. Have you seen him? He hasn’t been answering his phone and I just want to know if?—”

“According to his calendar, Sergio has been very occupied over the past few hours in meetings,” she purrs. “But I’d think you might be more interested in where your friend Bruno is right now. You should have kept a tighter leash on him last night,” she says with a breathless giggle.

A loud crash in the background makes me jump. “Rayleigh, where the hell are you?”

She lets out a throaty laugh and I strain my ears. There is muffled yelling coming from wherever she is, and I press my hand to my forehead.

What in the fuck is going on?

“Tell me where you are,” I say again, this time in a more threatening voice.

It only makes her laugh harder.

“I’m having too much fun to end our little game, Zeno. Tsk-tsk, if you’d have played your cards right, it could have beenyourdick in my mouth.”

“Rayleigh!” I shout. “Where the fuck?—?”

“Bye-bye,” she sing-songs and the line goes dead.

Jesus good Christ.

Not only do I have to duck a slew of vengeful killers, but now I have to deal with a sociopathic concierge to boot.

I have to say though, score one for me not nailing that sicko bitch.

At this point, I’ll take any wins I can get.

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