Page 113 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Then before I can do a damn thing, she turns and dashes into the kitchen. Seconds later, I hear the alarm sound. I rush to the front door and out to the stoop and look around, my brothers right behind me. I’m about to fly down the stairs when I hear the garage door open and the engine of my Lamborghini roars as she peels out and into the street in my car, and then she’s gone.

“Goddamn,” Roman mutters, letting out a low whistle. “Mrs. Villani is a fucking fire-breathing dragon from hell.”

I start down the stairs, ready to drag the body out of the other vehicle and take off after her when Sergio grabs my arm. “We’ll get her. Romo, put out the word, now.” He looks at me and drags me into the house. “We have to go on the offensive with Dominguez. What’s the plan?”

“You get Heaven, and I go kill Dominguez,” I say.

Roman looks at me. “I know where she’s going. I don’t need word.”

I close my eyes a second. “Fuck.”

Molly’s. That’s where she’s headed.

She’s looking for Declan and Conor.

And Dominguez is looking for all three of them.

CHAPTER27

HEAVEN

Igrip the steering wheel like it’s a lifeline. Fury and pain rage through me, ripping at my veins. Let that fucker follow me.

Let him try to fucking stop me.

I will mutilate anyone named Villani who dares come near me. I’ve never felt so humiliated, so rejected, so pathetic.

How could I not have seen something like this coming?

Blood rushes between my ears as I stomp on the gas pedal, speeding uptown. I swerve around cars as I zoom up the West Side Highway, not giving a flying fuck if there are any cops in my way.

Traffic lights become flashes of red, orange, and green, blurred by the angry tears stinging my eyes.

Matteo Villani is a slimy bastard of a low-down gangster who charges boatloads for sordid sexual escapades and conspires with scumbag drug lords to steal what’s not his. To throw people like me to the wolves for money and power, without a second thought. He’ll do anything to get what he wants.

And I fell in love with him. Like a stupid, naïve moron.

I slam my fists on the dashboard. Damn it all.

My skin prickles with the memory of Matteo’s hands on me, his voice softly vibrating against my ear, his body sliding against mine.

“Stop it.” I push the words out and burn rubber, swinging onto 9thAvenue in the direction of Molly’s. There it is. I pull up, leaving Matteo’s car double-parked, keys in the ignition.

I hope someone steals it. No, I hope someone smashes into it. I hope they fucking decimate it, the same way he decimated my heart, that motherfucker.

I jump out of the car and yank open the door to Molly’s. It’s still early. No patrons have ventured inside the bar yet.

“Dad!” My voice echoes in the empty space, and the kitchen door swings open. Aunt Maura rushes out, a panicked look on her face. She puts her hands on my shoulders. “Heaven, what’s wrong? Where’s Matteo?”

My pulse throbs, razor-sharp breaths slicing at my lungs. “Where…is…my…father?”

Her blue eyes widen. “He’s in his office. But what is this all about? Why aren’t you with?—?”

The doorway at the back of the bar opens and my father walks out, an alarmed look on his worn face. Conor struts out after him, leaning against the bar wearing his signature scowl.

“Heaven?” Dad asks, sliding a hand over his head. “What are you doing here?”

I stomp toward him, but I catch a glimpse of Conor’s glare, and I don’t stop at my father. I keep going, barreling straight to my brother. I ball my left hand into a tight fist and launch it at his jaw, my huge diamond engagement ring cracking against his face.

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