Page 331 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Boris stands still for a second, watching her before he yanks her by the arm and drags her away from Frankie.

He spits on Frankie, nodding at me as I approach, panting. “This ends right here, right now, Villani. It’s over. If you don’t wanna end up like Amante here, you’ll leave it the fuck alone.”

He puts his gun to Chella’s temple and pulls her down the driveway toward his car. The two Russians are already inside and seconds later, Dante rushes up to me. I grab his gun and take off after the car where Chella struggles against Boris in the backseat.

My legs cramp up with each step I take, my muscles tensing up as they near the corner. I can’t get close enough to take a shot, even to blow out a fucking tire!

If they make it to that corner, it’ll be over.

I’ll never see Chella again…

Screeching tires round the corner from the opposite direction, going the wrong way down my one-way street. The Russians’ car veers off the side of the road, coming to a screeching stop, skidding across the cobblestones and into a lamppost to avoid hitting the other car.

“Chella!” I roar.

My lungs feel like they’re about to explode as my feet pound against the ground to get to her. Her side of the car took the full impact, and all I can see is her head rolling against the backseat where only seconds earlier she’d been clawing at Boris’s face.

I pull open the backdoor, pressing my gun against Boris’s head and yanking him out of the car as Dante runs up to us.

He holds out his hand to Boris and Boris shoves his gun into it, muttering some shit in Russian to his guys.

I climb into the backseat, kneeling next to Chella. I run my fingers down the left side of her face, my fingertips soaked with her blood.

“Chell,” I say in a choked whisper. The door is smashed in but it looks like the back quarter panel took the biggest hit. She must have slammed her head against the window. I run my fingers down the column of her neck and her eyes flutter open.

“Roman,” she moans.

“I’m here, babe.” I lace my fingers with hers. “You’re gonna be okay.”

“Frankie…” she whispers, her eyes shining with tears.

I’m ready to tell her it will be fine when I snap my lips closed.

I can’t lie to her again.

And right now, I don’t have the truth for her, anyway.

Not about Frankie.

I only have my own truth, and that is to promise that I will do everything in my power to keep her safe.

“Can you move?” I ask.

She nods and I snake an arm around her, sliding her out of the car.

Dante has Boris backed against the car along with the other two guys, and I look up for a split second before I scoop Chella into my arms, my voice a deep growl. “You’re not taking her. You came here for Frankie and you did what you were ordered to do. Now get the fuck out of?—”

Another set of footsteps behind Boris stops me mid-thought, and I look past Boris to see a familiar face stagger over to us.

Ray.

He’s the one who ran his car into the Russians, and now he has his gun out and pointed at Boris’ sidekicks. “I got this, boss.”

I give him a quick nod and return my attention to Boris. “You’re outnumbered, Boris. Leave before you start something you will never win. And just remember that you’re completely fucked if you decide to pull another stunt like this in my territory. Always remember that.”

Boris’s lips curl upward into a nasty smirk. “I guess I’ll just have to wait until your family passes throughmyterritory, then.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” I seethe.

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