Page 150 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I mean, how willing is this guy Sergio going to be to divulge business secrets to a girl whom he?—?

I quickly flip around back to Ashleigh.

A girl whom he can’t seem to stop looking at.

And said girl can’t quite keep her eyes off of him, either.

Dammit, I didn’t want to get caught staring. I was trying to be slick about my sidelong glances and I failed.

Epically.

I take the tiniest sip of vodka, nursing the clear liquor as I nod and smile at whatever bullshit gossip the girls are giggling about…which of the dancers frequently star in their own gang bangs, which one fucked a horse, which one used to be a dude.

I really couldn’t care less what they do in their own time, as long as when they’re in our club and on our stage, they make us fat wads of cash.

Money is really the only savior for us right now.

It gives us choices.

After the Bowman brothers’ massacre, it was the only reason we were able to make such a clean getaway.

It’s how we were able to build up this club and its sister clubs within only a few short years.

The more we have, the more opportunities we can grasp.

And that’s why Nate is so intent on not selling. If these guys are clamoring for our business, that tells us there’s way more money up for grabs. Why should we give up our claim to it and let the Italians pocket our hard-earned success?

We’re not letting anyone chase us out of this city!

I tap my fingernails on the side of my glass.

I have a job to do tonight, and standing here listening to this drivel is getting me nowhere fast.

I sweep my eyes around the perimeter of the room, peering into the darkness. It seems that my target has slipped away.

Dammit.

I can’t afford to miss a single detail.

What if I could get into his office?

Would there be some incriminating information in there?

Then I let out a snort.

Yeah, sure, Jae. I’m sure he’ll have a Post-it stuck to his desk that says, “Friday, 10:00 P.M. - Shoot up The Sapphire Lounge with my new friends in the Becerra Cartel.”

Maybe he has a reminder in his phone?

I give my head a quick shake.

This is ridiculous. I have to find him and figure out a way to get the details I need.

Because this place…I look around and a shiver runs through me since there’s not nearly enough body heat being generated…is a joke that is rapidly on its way to becoming a faint memory.

And desperate situations unravel quickly.

I gulp down the rest of my shot and hand the glass to Ashleigh. “I’m going to the ladies’ room,” I say.

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