Page 6 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Her smile widens. “I know.”

“So I’m not exactly your target.”

She rubs her hand down my back, lacing her fingers with mine. “Actually, that makes you the exact right target. Do you think I like these drunk assholes pawing at me all night long?” Her grip tightens as she pulls me close to her, rubbing her tits against my side. “I deserve to have some fun of my own.”

I let her lead me into one of the back rooms. It’s dark until she flips a switch. The whole room is painted black with red accents and lighting. It has a very taboo feel and if the situation was different, I’d enjoy every second of this girl bouncing on my dick.

But not tonight.

She closes the door behind her and attacks me like a voracious wolverine, clawing at my shirt and yanking open my pants.

Jesus. Who the fuck is paying forthis?

The girl jumps into my arms, her mouth devouring mine as she swings me around the room. Her legs flail as her body forces me to spin her into walls and tables. A lamp crashes to the floor behind me and all of a sudden a bright white illuminates the room from a far corner.

And a hidden door.

A tall bleached blonde walks into the room, this one dressed all in black. Real clothes, not just lingerie. And she’s pointing a gun at us. With a snap of her fingers, the brunette who was just attacking me like maggots on rotting meat jumps to the floor, wringing her hands and speaking in rapid, tearful Italian.

“Please, I did what you asked. Just let me leave, I promise?—"

New Girl just smiles and shakes her head. “Oh, I know. And you did well. Please gather your things and leave.Now.”

The brunette’s eyes widen and she nods quickly, readjusting her bra top thing as Blondie rolls her eyes. “Tsk-tsk. Doesn’t anyone have a sense of urgency anymore?” She reaches into her jacket and pulls out a Beretta, pointing it at the girl. She manages to squeak out one single scream before crumbling to the floor in a heap at my feet, instantly dead from the shot fired right between her eyes.

I look down at the bloody body limp on the floor then lift an eyebrow at the blonde.

She smiles. “Do you know what it’s like to say the same thing over and over and be constantly ignored?”

“What, are you a psychic or something?”

“I don’t have to be psychic to know what happens next here, Matteo.”

Shit…that doesn’t sound good.

And she knows my name?

My cell phone ringer blares from deep inside of my pocket. The blonde flashes a smirk. “Oh, you should definitely take that. It will be your last conversation, after all.”

I pull the phone out and stare at the screen.

My brother, Sergio.

“Answer it,” she growls.

I let out a frustrated sigh and stab the Accept button. “Yeah?”

“Where the fuck are you?”

“If you’re calling me, I’m thinking you already know.”

“Goddammit. Didn’t Papa tell you to stay the fuck away from there?” Sergio’s deep voice hisses into the phone.

My lips stretch into a thin line. “He did.”

“He’s gonna kick your fucking obstinate ass when he sees you, but right now, you have to get out of there. Now, do you understand me?”

Shit.

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