Page 343 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I knock at a large red door at the end of the hallway, cringing at the loud crash that follows.

What in thefuck?

The door swings open, and I’m yanked inside of the room.

“You thought you could pull this little partnership off on your own, Boris? Huh? After you fucked up so badly last time?” Vigo bellows as one of his guys shoves me into a chair, holding me down as Vigo hurls another glass against a wall.

“You’re fucking old, sloppy, and a goddamn pussy to boot!” He thunders as shards fly all over the floor.

“Leave him the fuck alone!” I screech, struggling against the grip of the men holding me down. I have no idea what partnership he’s talking about, but I’m willing to bet he’s pissed off and wants a piece of it because he’s such a greedy fuck.

Vigo looks up, a murderous glimmer in his eyes as he walks toward me. “Anya, I’m so glad you could join us. I wanted you to hear why your brother walked into a trap that got him killed, and why your life is a fucking dead-end!” He smacks his hand hard against my uncle’s head. “It’s because of him. Your dear uncle who couldn’t stop the shit storm from raining down on you both! You think he can protect you? You think he gives a flying fuck about you?” Vigo screams into my face. “Well, he doesn’t. He only gives a shit about himself and about how much money he can fuck people out of. What kind of a future do you think you’re gonna have with this guy dragging around behind you like a ball and chain?”

“He does plenty for this organization!” I shriek, thrusting my shoulder backward into the chest of one of the guys. “And you’re a fucking scumbag pig! He didn’t have anything to do with the hit on Maks!”

Vigo chuckles, but it’s a low, ominous sound. He drags the back of his hand down the side of my face, and just as my leg is about to jut out and kick him in the balls, two of his guys shove me back down into the chair. He leans over me, his stank cigarette breath making my stomach roll. “You’d better remember who the boss is, sweetheart. Because I will tear the skin from your body before I drive an ice pick through your heart if you ever mouth off to me like that again.”

“Goddamn you!” Uncle Boris yells, kicking over a table and pulling Vigo away from me. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” He goes to grab the knife he’s always packing around his right calf, but Vigo’s guys are faster and they have their guns pointed at him before he can grip the blade.

Vigo closes his hand around my uncle’s throat, pushing him backward against a wall. “The only reason why you’re still alive is because Ivan hasn’t given me the go-ahead to kill you,” he seethes. “Family loyalty or some shit like that. But it’ll only get you so far. I’m taking the reins, Boris, and nobody can stop me. You had so many chances to prove your strength, and nobody gives a fuck. Nobody is threatened. The Villani family kicked you out of Manhattan, do you remember? You went there with a kill order, to take out the people who murdered your nephew, and you couldn’t even finish the job! Those greasy bastards cut you down in front of your guys and sent you back to Brooklyn with your dick in your hand. They may as well have sliced off your balls! You’re pathetic! You couldn’t even avenge his death!”

Vigo turns to me. “And you. You’re his muscle. A fucking bitch! He needs you because he can’t deliver! He uses you, Anya!”

“You drove him into the ground!” I screech. “You came in here and took everything that belonged to him!”

“If he was a real contender, he’d have stomped me into the fucking dirt when I showed up on the scene. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. And he never will because I am going to be king!” Vigo glowers at my uncle. “If my nephew had been slaughtered like that, I’d have made damn sure anyone who got in my way of revenge was next.” He glares at me. “Now you know the truth!”

This time, I make it on top of him and spit in his eye before his guys pull me off.

He rakes his beady eyes over me and licks his chapped lips. “Play your cards right and you’ll be my queen.”

I throw up in my mouth before lunging for him a final time.

But Vigo just laughs as his guys drag me back by my long blonde hair. “Be very careful, Anya, or I’ll sellyourtight pussy to the highest bidder.”

CHAPTER2

ANYA

Ipace around the kitchen while Uncle Boris stitches up one of the gashes he couldn’t manage to escape at Tatiana. So many thoughts are racing through my mind right now. Vigo spat out a lot of information that I have yet to process.

And he was right. I will destroy anyone who had a hand in my brother’s death.

Maybe my mind is rebelling because deep down, I’m afraid that it’s all true. Why else would Uncle Boris keep it from me?

We’re all we have left now that Maks is gone.

I scrub a hand down my face, taking a few deep breaths to calm the blood simmering in my veins.

I watch my uncle working the needle. My eyes narrow at his shaking hand. Nerve damage from a stab wound years back. “Here, let me help,” I snap, reaching out for it.

He grunts and gives me a slight shove backward. “No!” he thunders. “I can do it myself!”

I should have known better. There’s not much he despises more than being perceived as weak, and Vigo has made that his new reality.

“I hate that bastard,” he mutters, taking a break to swig from the bottle of Stolichnaya vodka.

I tug at my ponytail, anger bubbling in my chest as Vigo’s words pummel me like an all-consuming wave and I can’t hold back the questions for a second longer. “Why didn’t you tell me about the Villanis and their involvement in Maks’s death? You knew how devastated I was, how badly I needed answers. How could you keep that from me? You lied to my face every single time I asked if you knew anything! He was my best friend!” The scream gets caught in my throat, tangled with a gaggle of tears.

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