Page 169 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

My cock is in such a twist over that total mind-fuck that I can barely squeeze out a response. It doesn’t help that her perfect ass swinging from left to right is the sum total of my focus right now. And seconds later, she’s sucked up into a crowd of people.

“What the hell was that all about?” Bruno hisses, keeping an eye on the suits and their menacing faces.

“Not sure,” I grumble, squaring my shoulders as the suits stop in front of me. I rub the back of my neck. If the stress knot wasn’t tight before, it’s damn close to paralyzing me now. I don’t know who that woman was, but she clearly knows me. And from the sounds of it, she’s not my biggest fan.

Too bad. I really had high hopes about how I could change that opinion.

“Mr. Villani,” one of the suits says in a deep voice. “Come with us.”

The guys and I follow them to a private elevator which goes down, not up. Interesting. Maybe there’s something metaphorical about sitting in the criminal underbelly of this salacious haven for the sex-depraved.

My ass will happily grace that throne.

Because that’s the only way this chapter ends.

Regardless of what the sexy-as-fuck waitress on a power trip thinks.

We get off the elevator and my hand instinctively grazes the gun pressed against my back. I don’t usually take meetings in dark, convoluted mazes with only one way in or out. And I sure as hell don’t take meetings where I’m not the one in control.

So right now, I’m at a double disadvantage.

Matteo wouldn’t be thrilled.

The suits finally stop in front of a door and knock three times before a voice tells them to come inside.

One of the guys pushes open the door and a tall, dark-haired man stands up from behind a long desk. I reach out to shake his hand but he only stares at it. I lift an eyebrow as he folds his arms over his chest.

“This isn’t a social call,” he grunts. “So let’s not pretend it is.”

What a dick. But since said dick has something I want, I let it go, fighting the urge to pound in his jaw for disrespecting me like that. He obviously doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.

But then again, neither do I. Nobody knows much about this guy, where he came from, and where he got the money to turn one club into a sex conglomerate. And to be honest, I don’t really give a fuck about his past. I just want to secure my future, and I need his signature to do it.

“Fine,” I say, my voice strained. “You know why I’m here. I want to buy you out. Sapphire, Emerald, Ruby Red, Platinum — everything. And I’m prepared to pay.”

“I’m not for sale,” he responds in a short voice.

My eyes widen. “When I contacted you, you said you’d be open to negotiations.”

“I lied.”

I clench my fists, rage bubbling in my chest. “Why did you take the fucking meeting if you had no intention to sell? Why waste my goddamn time?”

“Because I had to show you that for all of the ‘influence’ you think you have here in Vegas, you’ll never get what’s mine. You’ll never own this city, Villani. I’ve worked long and hard to build all of this, and your muscle doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m not afraid of you or your…” He nods toward Bruno and Enrico, flashing a smirk that makes my fists tingle with destructive energy. “Associates.”

“Do you realize how much of this city we control, Torres? We own the people who have the power to make decisions…do you get that? If you try to do any business in this county, we will shut your fucking ass down, do you understand?”

“So now you’re threatening me?” he asks, his expression dark. “In my club? That’s ballsy, Villani. You do remember that you and your dipshit pals here are just a little bit outnumbered.”

“That’s right.”

My head jerks toward the open door when I hear the sultry female voice once again. Her expression matches that of Torres, and for as vicious as she wants me to think she is, I’d still bend her over a couch and fuck her senseless if given the chance.

“Jaelyn, I told you to stay out of this,” Torres grunts through clenched teeth.

Her nostrils flare. “I’m just trying to make sure that these guys deliver a very clear message back to their mafioso buddies that they can’t bully us!”

“And I said I’d handle it, didn’t I?”

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