Page 249 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

My back stiffens. “Tell me why.”

“Well, first, Dario was the one who was shielding the coke.”

I rub the back of my neck. “And why did he leave his post?” I hiss through clenched teeth.

“He was banging one of the cocktail waitresses from the club. She went looking for him, flashed her pussy, and bing, bang, boom. The blow disappeared while he was getting a blow.”

I drop my head into my hand. First Salvatore, then Dario. The guy thinks with the head of his dick, so luring him away from his domain isn’t much of a challenge. I slam my fist on the table, vaguely aware that people are beginning to whisper and point.

All I care about is getting this situation under control and fast. If I have guys playing both sides of the fence, it means that one of our enemies has already burrowed into our organization like a fucking infection that will just keep getting worse and worse until I douse it with gasoline and fire. “Where is Dario now?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

“I figured you’d want to handle things with him directly. Somewhere other than here,” Ray says in a hushed voice. “Gio will take you to him.”

“Smart move. Do we have any leads? And in case you were wondering, that was a rhetorical question because we’d better have some fucking leads!”

The guys exchange a look.

Bobby clears his throat. “Yeah, um, when I found Zoe?—”

“And she’s fine, yeah?” I interject. I’d been told she was unharmed when he got to her, but I want to hear it straight from Bobby that those fuckers didn’t hurt her before he blows me away with any more betrayals from my crew.

“Yes. Just scared shitless.” Bobby rubs the back of his neck. “I took her home and had Berto stay the night with her until we found the guys who snatched her.”

I nod. “Okay. So it was an inside job. Was it the Dominguez Cartel? Those bastards have been waiting for a chance to get us back for fucking up their whole trafficking ring months ago.”

A deadly hit led by my sister-in-law, Heaven.

She has the look of an angel…but the fire of the devil rages deep inside of her.

And damn, she lets that flame roar like wildfire when she needs to.

She’s seriously one of my favorite badasses.

We didn’t always have bad blood with the Dominguez Cartel, though. It wasn’t until Matteo violated an agreement with Dominguez himself that we were put at the top of their hit list. Heaven initiated the ambush on his sex-trafficking ring after his guys tried to pop Matteo.

The day after their wedding.

Those motherfuckers don’t play around.

Ever since Heaven killed Dominguez, I’ve heard that his sons have been working hard to put the pieces of their shattered organization back together.

I always knew it was only a matter of time before they came back to finish what their father started, even if I’m the only one in my family who believes they’re looking for revenge. Matteo always blows it off when I mention that they’re still a threat, but I know it’s real. And the robbery could be just the beginning.

Bobby shakes his head. “It wasn’t the cartel.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense,” I mutter. “Who the fuck is responsible?”

“That’s the thing,” Ray interjects. “You’re not gonna like it.”

I rake a hand through my hair. This conversation should have been cut and dry. An exchange of names, torture plans, and body part disposal methods. Period! “Let me ask you this — have I given you any indication that I like a single bit of this? No matter who is responsible? And why do I feel like you guys are dicking me around by dragging things out? This meeting was to deliver information, okay? And you two dipshits were late. So tell me what the fuck I need to hear so I can take action!”

“Ooh. You sound a little tense.” A sugary-sweet voice drawls, jolting me from my next sentence. “You also look pretty heated, so I figured you could use another one of these.”

I stop short, mid-tirade, staring up into Marchella’s captivating eyes. My mind immediately snoozes on the threat I was about to unleash at my guys if they didn’t come up with a name. I momentarily forget that I’m planning to bring holy hell to Dario in a matter of minutes. And the fact that our organization has been infiltrated by Christ only knows who has shifted to the back burner.

All because Marchella just entered my fucking orbit.

Something about this girl makes my brain cells fizzle out. It’s been that way since we were teenagers. It’s dangerous. Very fucking dangerous. She has me completely off my game right now. For all I know, this whole Dario meeting might be a setup. I mean, I could get into the car with my ‘trusted’ driver Tony, and all of a sudden, I become Joe Pesci inGoodfellas, driven out to the middle of the cornfields and beaten with a baseball bat before I’m thrown into a goddamn ditch and buried alive.

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