Page 116 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“But let’s get one thing straight, Conor,” I say. “You fucked up. You keep fucking up. And if it continues, no one will be able to save you. Dominguez is coming. He’ll destroy everything to get to you. So, stay the hell out of my way.I’mgoing to be the one to save our family.”

I press my lips together and turn, stalking to the door, ignoring the eruption of voices behind me. I pause and grab the small gun that’s hidden behind the hostess podium and stuff it down into my sock beneath the leg of my jeans. It’s Aunt Maura’s, what she calls her Lady Killer.

Small, discreet, and deadly.

And then I push open the door and step out, past the tables they’ve set up for the nice weather. It’s quiet for Hell’s Kitchen, and that suits me.

I need to track down Dominguez and kill him. If I see a certain deceitful husband, I’ll get him, too. As long as I keep moving, I’ll be good. I won’t have to think.

Or feel.

I head toward Matteo’s car where it is miraculously still parked, but something stops me in my tracks. I look around, searching. I don’t see anything, but the hackles are rising like an ominous sixth sense, and I’m about to bend to grab the Lady Killer when a man grabs my attention. He walks from the building next to us—quiet, determined, and blank-faced.

To the right comes another, and then another from across the street. Metal glints in the sun in each of their hands.

Oh, shit.

They’re coming. Dominguez’s men. I’d bet my life’s savings on it. A car screeches to a stop in front of me and suddenly I’m surrounded. They’re closing in.

Behind me there’s movement from the bar.

“Heaven!” Aunt Maura calls out.

Another car from a different direction hops the curb.

I’m surrounded on both sides by tables and chairs, and men with guns are closing in.

Trapped.

Exactly the way they planned it.

Just as hellfire comes down in a rain of bullets.

CHAPTER28

MATTEO

Ilean on the horn of Roman’s car as I zoom up 48thStreet to 9thAvenue where the bar’s located, alerting anyone in my way to get the fuck out of it. I screech to a stop near Molly’s, a few doors up, because it’s insanity.

And—

Fuck.

It’s about to be my worst nightmare made real.

There are guys there with guns blazing, bullets popping and cracking in the air. The round of fire clears and there she is.

Heaven.

My wife stands just outside the pub. She takes a step, but they’re not letting her go anywhere.

They start shooting again, keeping her rooted to the spot. But they aren’t shooting at her. I don’t need my fucking brother grabbing my arm and holding me back to see that. I try to shake him off, but Sergio’s a tenacious bastard and he doesn’t let go.

“Fuck! Dominguez obviously had the same idea.”

“Yeah, and he beat us here.”

“If a bullet hits her?—”

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