Page 141 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Wrong question, Villani. You should be more worried about why I’m calling.” The man pauses. “You had a deal with a very important man in the cartel network and you didn’t deliver. Dominguez was an ally of ours. Your wife Heaven killed him. And now you’re on your fancy fucking honeymoon in Bonaire like you don’t have a care in the goddamn world. But you’re wrong.”

My throat clenches.

He knows where we are…he knows what we did…

“You thought you could take out the head of the Dominguez Cartel and get away with it? You thought nobody would avenge him? You were fucking wrong. His enemies are now our enemies. And we’re going to make you all pay.”

I bristle, his sinister words ringing between my temples like clashing cymbals.

“What do you want?” I growl.

“See, that’s the right question,boss. The answer is we want everything. And that’s what we’re gonna take.”

PART 3: SERGIO

Fuck me.

It’sher.

“You look like you could use a drink,” she murmurs against my ear, her rich, perfumed scent immediately infusing my senses.

My breath hitches when her luscious curves graze my side, her piercing green eyes rooting me to the spot.

“Is that an offer?”

She cocks her head to the side, her long eyelashes fluttering over black-rimmed eyes. “I just take the orders. I don’t fill them.”

Hm. I can think of a lot of things I’d like to fillherwith.

“So you work here, then?”

“Yes.” A slow nod follows, a seductive smile lifting her lips. “Among other things.”

“That sounds promising,” I say, my voice husky. Red warning lights flash in my periphery because my mind is alert enough to know that she’s here for a reason, but I ignore them all because the heady lust is making my brain short-circuit. I feel like a runaway train right now, and the end of the track is rapidly approaching. Still, it doesn’t slow me down one bit. “What kinds of things?”

The woman closes the space between us, trailing her hand down the side of my jacket. She flips her hair so that it cascades down one bare, tanned shoulder, leaning in so close I can almost taste her cherry-red lips. And oh, God, I wanna take a bite…

Her sultry voice drops conspiratorially. “The kinds of things that keep entitled, thug assholes like you away from things that belong tome.”

“Who the fuck are you?” I hiss, recoiling. “Since we never actually covered that the other night.”

“Who I am doesn’t matter.Yet,” she says in a sweet voice, twisting around when two other men in dark suits head in my direction. “What matters is what I can do to you. And trust me, it won’t be as painfully excruciating as you think.” She leans in close, her breath hot against my face. “It will be worse.”

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