Page 232 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Becerra nods at me. “Make the call and your brother lives. You’ve already lost plenty.” He looks at Nate lying on the operating table, the sound of bleeping machines piercing my brain as I search for an out.

Any out.

Becerra reaches over and pulls the plug on the machine helping Nate breathe.

I pull out my phone and hold it up.

“Nice,” Becerra says. “Now make the fucking call or I kill youandMatteo!”

I dial a number and a second later, Becerra’s phone rings. He pulls it out of his pocket and clicks to accept the call.

“Hey, it’s Sergio. You want a piece of me? You can suck my fat cock!” I fire a single shot at Matteo’s left shoulder and he crumbles to the ground just in time for me to fire off a round of shots into Becerra’s chest.

And one between the eyes.

Just because.

I rush around the gurney and dive over Becerra’s body to plug Nate’s machine back into the wall, letting out a breath as the bleeping picks up speed.

“Goddammit!” Matteo thunders, clutching his shoulder.

I kneel down next to him. “You know, I always wanted to do that.”

“You’re a real prick.”

‘And a damn good shot, if I say so myself.”

“So this is how you fix shit, huh? You shoot your boss? Don’t ever put that on a resume. Nobody will hire you.” He rolls his eyes and falls back onto the floor.

“Eh. I’m not going anywhere. I’m afteryourjob, bro. And in the meantime, just call me Mr. Fucking Fix It.”

CHAPTER21

JAELYN

Iput my hand on top of Bruno’s, smiling as his brown eyes flutter open. They meet mine and his lips slowly curl upward as if it even hurts to smile.

“I had to be here when you woke up, to say thank you,” I whisper, giving his hand a little squeeze. “You saved my life with that vest, Bruno.”

He coughs a little and shifts on the bed. “Yeah, well, Serge said to do anything I needed to protect you.” He lifts his hand, pointing at my swollen head. “That looks painful.”

“At least I’m alive to feel it.” My eyes pool with tears, the memory of all of those gunshots exploding into the air and then plugging the Kevlar shirt I had on underneath my own. I was sure in those moments that the shirt wouldn’t be able to withstand the impact and that the bullets would ravage my body.

I’d have resembled Swiss cheese if not for Bruno.

“I will be forever grateful,” I whisper, giving him a kiss on the cheek just as the door creaks open.

“Ahem,” Sergio says, clearing his throat. “So this is how it’s gonna be, huh? What do they call this? Some Florence Nightingale shit?”

I straighten up, grinning at Sergio. “Jealous?”

He walks over to the bed. “Of this guy? Never. How many lives you got left, Bruno? I can count ’em on one hand, bro. And if you get any ideas about taking off with my woman, I can promise that number will go down to zero.”

I let out a snort of laughter. “Oh yeah?” I say, nodding to his arms, both in matching slings. “How exactly are you going to manage that?”

“I’ve got three legs, or don’t you remember?” Sergio says with a wicked glimmer in his ice-blue eyes.

“Oh, right,” I say, walking around the bed. “How very fortunate for you.”

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