Page 328 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I stagger to my feet, spitting blood from where he landed his one good hook against my jaw. He drags himself up to a half-standing position, breathing heavily as Dante rolls his eyes at me.

“You think you’re getting the last word, huh, Roman?” Frankie hisses, inching toward me. “Well, guess what? You’re wrong. So fucking wrong and I can’t wait until I can see it on your face! The look that saysI’m about to be fucked by Frankie Amante again and there’s nothing I can do about it except bend over!”

Dante groans. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, that’s not an image I want burned into my memory.”

Frankie dives for my ankles, tackling me to the ground. My head narrowly misses the car door before I hit the cement. He rolls on top of me, his knee digging into my throat, and then something distracts him and he jumps off of me and into the driver’s seat of my already beaten-up Bentley.

I clutch my throat, sputtering for breath as I hear a piercing scream followed by one single gunshot to the ceiling.

“Frankie, no!” Chella yells.

My fucking gun!

Goddammit, why the hell did I leave it on the front seat?

Another shot fires just as I duck around the front of the car to shield myself, the rogue bullet wedging itself into the bulletproof glass wall behind me.

“Stop shooting!” Chella grabs Frankie’s shirt and points a finger at me. “And you! You deceitful sack of shit! You did this to him! You beat the hell out of him and stuffed him in your trunk! How could you do that, you fucking animal? If I hadn’t heard him banging, he’d have died!”

Frankie lets out a dry chuckle. “Lucky for me, my sister saw through your bullshit in enough time to get me out so I could take care of you myself!”

“Put the gun down, Frankie!” Dante roars from his spot behind a column. “You won’t get out of here alive if you don’t!”

“Fuck you, Dante!” Frankie yells back, pointing my gun at us. “I’m done with any Villani dictating my fucking next moves!”

“Should I parrot Matteo right now and say you shoulda popped a cap in that idiot’s skull a long time ago?” Dante shouts to me.

I push back my hair, letting out a loud groan. “Sure, if you want me to kick your fucking ass!”

“Later,” Dante snips, pointing his gun at Frankie as the asshole smashes the one window of my car that was still intact with the barrel of the gun he’s holding. “But hopefully before he completely destroys your ride.” He fires off a warning shot, missing Frankie by a mile but jolting him enough to remember we’re still here.

Frankie lets out a primal scream and fires off a few more shots at the side of my car, bullets peppering the metal. Chella shrieks, grabbing him by the back of the shirt.

“Stop it, you fucking psychopath!”

He turns and unleashes years of pent-up rage on her, and I use that as my chance to escape my own gun, darting over to where Dante stands. “This is happening because ofhim! The Villani family destroyed us and he is one of them! He deserves everything coming to him! But you never could see who he really was, could you? Huh? Because you were too busy finger-fucking yourself over him, right? Tell the truth, Chell!”

“That’s not true!” she shrieks. “I hated him just as much as you did!”

“Hated? Past tense?” He sneers at me. “So ya brainwashed her, Roman? Is that how you were able to get her into bed?” He looks back at Chella, a grimace shadowing his already-bruised skin. “You loved playing house with him. Admit it! I mean, look at yourself in that dress! You were just living the fucking life, weren’t you?”

Chella smacks him across the face. “You are the one who destroyed us! You and Papa! Have you forgotten that? You’re always ready to blame others for shit that’s gone wrong in your life! How dare you insinuate that I was okay with being kidnapped because of something you did because you’re a bitter, selfish prick?”

Frankie lets out a low, menacing laugh. “Yeah, well, I’m gonna be the one to make us whole again, too.” He swings around, a look of confusion on his face because I’m no longer cowering in front of my car. He narrows his eyes at me where I now stand and points the gun at me. Another shot explodes into the air and I grab Dante’s wrist just as he’s about to take a retaliatory shot.

“Don’t. He’s standing too close to Chella,” I hiss. “Too dangerous.”

“Are we supposed to wait until he hits one or both of us?” Dante grumbles. “I’m a fucking assassin. This is what I do for a living, Romo! Have a little goddamn faith!”

“See, this is what happens when you leave your gun on the front seat in your car, dumbass,” Frankie yells. “Now I’m gonna blow off your fucking head! You were never gonna escape, Roman! Never!”

“I’m not taking any chances with her. Besides, he’s gonna find out very soon that he’s out of options,” I whisper to Dante. “Once that clip is empty, it’s over. And judging by the number of shots he just took, we’re clear.”

“Frankie, what the hell are you talking about? Escape what?” Chella screams. “And stop shooting that gun!”

“Your brother is a lying sack of shit, Chella!” I yell. “You were so pissed off, thinking I went behind your back to kill him, which I fucking should have, by the way. But you didn’t let me get to the part where he screwed my family over again and partnered with the Volkov Bratva to rob me for the second time!”

“The Volkov Bratva?” Chella furrows her brow. “Why the hell would you work with them after everything that happened?” She shoves Frankie. “Are you fucking insane? After what happened to Papa?”

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