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“Relax, she wasn’t inside.” Well, not until later, but I’ll keep that quiet for now. He doesn’t need any more ammunition against me. Knowing him, he’s filing it all away for the next sit-down with the syndicate families. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past him to stick this pen in my eye socket if he had all the sordid details of our little tryst, and I’m kind of attached to my eyeballs. “I guess he wanted to get back at me by going after her.”

“And who is she?”

“Don’t know.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How can you not know? She didn’t have a name?”

“She didn’t offer it.”

“And you didn’t ask?”

“Not my MO.”

“Serge, you cannot screw up this meeting with Torres. If you don’t deliver, you give up any shot at grabbing that seat, do you understand?”

“And since I’m sure you’re rooting against me, challenge accepted.”

Matteo lets out a little roar, I guess out of frustration. If I were him, I’d probably do the same thing. I’m fucking infuriating sometimes, I know it.

“I have to get back to New York at some point,” he says. “I can’t stay out here forever to make sure you don’t fuck shit up beyond repair. I need to feel like I can trust you with our operations out here, and right now, I don’t.”

I can’t blame him, not that I’d ever admit it. I let my anger rage and didn’t think about the consequences. And yeah, I may have gotten a little crazy with that machete. I probably went overboard when I slammed it down on his wrist. Enrico read me the riot act when we were alone. But I couldn’t get the brunette’s tear-streaked face out of my mind. She’d been so sexy and self-assured in the club, white fucking hot.

But outside, after Javier attacked her, she seemed…I don’t know. Broken? Shattered? Something just…flipped.

And the sex…fuck.

Incredible is an understatement.

I couldn’t understand why she’d been so quick to walk away from that.

Before she left that night, she said she knew me, said she had to leave before making another bad decision.

It’s ironic that I did exactly that because of her.

I’d be lying if I said I haven’t lain awake at night thinking about my dick buried deep inside of her and those final words she’d spoken afterward, wondering if I’d have been able to make her stay if I tried a little harder.

Speaking of…

Who the hell was she?

And how can I find her again?

Because I’m damn curious to find out what bad decisions she was on the brink of making.

CHAPTER6

SERGIO

“This place is key to our expansion plan in Vegas, Sergio. Don’t fuck up the meeting or I’ll put you on a plane back to Sicily and you’ll spend the rest of your life picking goddamn grapes!”

It’s been a week since my fallout with Javier, and Matteo’s caustic words still ring out in my mind as I swing my Porsche Panamera around the circular driveway leading up to the Sapphire Lounge, Nate Torres’s very exclusive night club. I’ve spent the majority of the ride in my own head, half-listening to my guys, Bruno and Enrico. I grit my teeth, squeezing the steering wheel tight as the tires squeal to a halt outside of the faceted, blue glass doors.

It really pisses me off when he pulls that ‘I’m the big brother, I’m the boss of you’ shit.

I don’t care that he’s next in line to take over the family businesses once my father retires. He doesn’t get to fly into my territory, tell me how to do my fucking job, and then fly out after he collects his cash...cash I made for the family syndicate! Besides, I’m not the one he needs to worry about. He should be more afraid of how my youngest brother Roman will set fire to our Manhattan empire. Matteo put Roman temporarily in charge of New York operations while he and his wife Heaven are out here living it up in Sin City, and if I know Roman, he’s stirring up plenty of shit for Matteo to wade through when he gets back.

I look to my right, catching the eye of my cousin Bruno. “Are we clear on how this meeting is gonna go down?”

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