Page 187 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And they all starred Sergio Villani, the arrogant, self-centered prick who thought he could come into our club swinging his Italian stallion dick around with all kinds of threats about what his family could do to us if we don’t accept his bullshit offer to sell.

Why wouldn’t they just spend their money bailing out their own nightclubs and keep their grubby hands off of whatwebuilt?

Fucking mafia.

Vegas is like a breeding ground for those greasy bastards who think they can own every square inch of this city. Not that Nate rattles easy. The last thing he wants is to get in the middle of their crosshairs. We don’t need any more enemies.

He played it cool, though. Exactly as I planned.

And Sergio’s reaction was perfect. He’s desperate and hungry, which means he needs Sapphire.

And us.

That means we have a chance to battle the Becerra Cartel head on, just as soon as Sergio’s need for our business makes him so crazed with greed that he’s willing to do anything to get a piece.

But for as angry as I was that he thought he could waltz into Sapphire and expect us to just bend at his will because of his family influence, I can’t forget how his fingertips scorched the surface of my skin, insistent and greedy. I can’t forget how his eyes bore into me, heating my insides to the point of boiling. And I can’t forget how his cock pressed against me, long, thick, and hard. It was damn impressive.

I wasn’t lying when I called it an Italian stallion dick.

I pull open the door handle of my car and hop into the driver’s seat. I love it so much. My Mercedes is ridiculously expensive and impractical, but one I have fantasized about having for as long as I can remember.

Nate got it for me for my last birthday, courtesy of the nightclub circuit. It’s technically a company car, but call it what you want, it’s still my ass driving it.

I head toward the club, which is on the opposite end of the Strip. It’s still pretty early for Vegas, so traffic is light. I like getting to Sapphire early in the day. It’s quiet and I can think without having to deal with whiny divas and pulsating music.

It also gives me a little bit of peace and privacy. Nate doesn’t show up until later, and it’s nice to have the place to myself for a little while.

To not have him hawking me.

I know why he does it, and I’m grateful for everything he’s done to keep us safe for the past few years. But it’s not a life.

Not one I want to lead long-term, anyway.

I pull off the main road, making a left turn off of the Strip, headed in the direction of the club. This road is one of the reasons why Nate picked the location for Sapphire. It gives it an air of exclusivity since it’s off the beaten path. You don’t just find Sapphire. You go because you’re in the know, because you’re a VIP, because you’re one to be seen.

It’s a whole mental thing with our patrons.

And it works well for us.

The sun blazes in the sky, heating me through the windshield even though I have my air conditioner on full blast. I’d love to feel the wind whip my hair around but in this heat, I’d be drenched in seconds if I opened the window. I speed down the road, taking a deep, calming breath after my unsettling breakfast, determined to put all of the angst and drama behind me.

Nate was so hell-bent on me having my own life so I can find a way to fit into this new normal, but I don’t. Not that I really want to. A tiny part of me is convinced that it’s all temporary anyway. I mean, how realistic is it that a powerful drug cartel can just ‘lose’ targets? Targets who dare stay in the country? Targets who do the unthinkable…like make a name for themselves and even worse, tons of money?

That’s just asking for trouble.

And since our enemies are now here in Vegas, we’re screwed unless we come up with a battle plan.

My brilliant partnership strategy.

Imagine having the backing of not one, but several, brutal mafia families.

Becerra will be shitting hash bricks.

My ninety percent of the time level-headed brother usually dismisses my concerns about the cartel tracking us any time I bring them up. I know he’s trying to make up for what we lost. According to Nate, his decisions forced us out of a life we loved and destroyed our family. I say he was in a no-win situation and did what he needed to do to survive. He made a call that was supposed to protect everyone and instead, it went sideways because drug lords don’t like to hear the word ‘no’. Nate has been trying to make up for it ever since and wants to make sure he positions us so that we can battle whomever we need to.

The mafia dudes are our answer.

Our salvation.

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