Page 277 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Oh my God…

Whythe hell did he bring me here?

I writhe against Roman, struggling to escape his piercing gaze.

He reaches out, his hand grasping my throat. “Oh, but he did. And it wasn’t coincidence that he robbed my club. It was revenge against me and my whole family, and now he’s gonna pay,” he growls through clenched teeth. “He pulled that job and there’s only one reason why he’s not dead right now. But that can change very quickly if you don’t cooperate, do you understand?” His hand tightens just enough to make me work harder to pull in a quivering breath.

I dig my fingernails into the thick skin of his wrists but he doesn’t wince. He just smiles. It’s a sinister smile, one that makes every hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Goosebumps shoot up my arms and down my legs as the chill in his gaze settles deep in my bones.

“You can’t hurt me, Chella. But rest assured, I will hurtyouif you pull another stupid stunt like trying to escape,” he hisses. His eyes are dark now, dangerous and menacing. I shift against him, wiggling under his muscled chest. He only presses himself farther into me, and fuck me if I don’t feel a tingling sensation between my legs.

That traitorous bitch!

I despise this man! How on God’s green Earth am I even remotely turned on by having him plastered against me?

I narrow my eyes at him, watching as the anger in his volatile gaze battles with another emotion…lust. My breath hitches and he evidently realizes it too because he lets go of me, pulling away. His face is a mess of conflicting expressions, and he looks exactly the way I feel right now.

My hands fly up to my neck and I slide away from him, using my feet to propel me as far away as I can get. “What are you going to do to me?” I yelp.

“If you behave, nothing,” he grunts, getting off the couch and turning his back on me.

“W-what about Frankie?” I ask, my voice barely louder than a whisper.

Roman folds his arms over his chest and lets out a deep sigh. “He will have one chance to make things right.”

“What if he can’t?” I ask, my throat tight, a gaggle of panicked tears in the back of my throat.

Roman turns to look at me, his eyes icy, piercing my heart as he speaks his next words. “Then someone dies.”

CHAPTER9

ROMAN

That fucking bastard!

Frankie did this! He put me in the position where I need to hurt him by hurting his sister!

It was stupid to go after her in the park like that, to toy with her, and to torturemyself!

Frankie Amante humiliated me, did the same thing to me that his old man did to mine! He challenged my ability to lead and pulled the rug right out from under me, making me look like a fucking incompetent idiot in front of the men whom I’m supposed to manage. Those are the men who need to respect me, the ones who need to fear me, dammit!

Now when they look at me all they’ll remember is how Frankie pulled one over on me, how he was able to infiltrate my kingdom, howI am responsible for him getting away with all of that coke.

I basically invited our enemies inside and let them ravage my fucking home!

And if Matteo hears about this before I have a chance to tell him…Jesus.

It’ll be a goddamn bloodbath because of our history with the Amantes.

I rub the back of my neck, walking over to my desk and sinking into the chair.

“What does he need to do, Roman? How can he fix this?”

Marchella’s voice ripples through me in a way that has me doubting my ability to restrain myself since every time she speaks, every time she parts her lips and stares at me intently with those soul-piercing eyes, the urge to fuck her senseless grabs hold — just like it did in the park.

Talk about a serious conflict of interest.

And I still need to figure out what the hell to do about Frankie.

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