Page 347 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I grit my teeth and he smiles, his yellowed, gapped teeth flashing in the dim light of the room we’re in.

“How does it work?” I gasp in a desperate voice, ignoring that he just bitch-slapped me. “You’re right! We’re broke! Vigo, please, I really need the money, so what would I have to do?”

Vigo’s smile widens. “I like a girl who’s hopeless. Makes me wanna do things to her, things no decent woman would ever allow, but because she needs me to save her, she’ll let me. Just thinking about it makes my dick drip.” He snickers. “Maybe I’ll invite your pathetic uncle to come and watch me fuck his niece. Just knowing you came to me because he couldn’t get you what you need…I fucking love it.”

Uncle Boris is a lot of things, but he saved my brother and me from our own personal hell. Yeah, my life here in Brooklyn is far from glamorous, but it’s better than being dead.

Most days, anyway.

There are always exceptions.

Like the day I have to swallow a cock like Vigo’s.

“He is over, Anya. The Italians fucked him over and humiliated him. Volkov almost had him killed after starting shit with the Villanis over your brother. And I know he’s suffering because he doesn’t have a pot to piss in now. He’s hurting and he’s taking you down in flames with him.” Vigo settles back against the chair. “But I can fix all that. Foryou.”

I swallow hard. Yes, my uncle made a dumbass move by going after the Villani family and then walking away. Yes, we’ve been struggling to make ends meet for far too long. And yes, I’m here tonight to help him get back in good with Volkov so he can start getting the big jobs again.

Volkov has two loves — power and money.

And I’m the only one who can help fix my uncle’s shitty situation and get Volkov more of what he wants.

It’s all part of this secret fucking ‘plan’.

I allow the corners of my lips to curl upward as I grip Vigo’s cock, running my hands up and down the shaft. My stomach roils, but I do it because I owe my uncle.

God, I owe him so much…

He’s the only family I have left.

I need to do this.

Vigo will pay for everything he’s taken from us.

It’s my personal mission to make sure everybody suffers that fate they deserve, and my list of targets islong.

But first thing’s first.

This piece of shit has to go.

“There’s something I’d like to do…foryou,” I say. “To thank you for helping me…help my uncle.” And with my free hand, I grab the blade from the Velcro holding it to my upper thigh and drive it into his chest. The shocked expression on his face assaults my heart for a split second, the unwelcome sensation all too familiar to me every time I do a hit.

The excruciating memories always bubble up to the surface right about now, when I’m watching the life drain from the eyes of my kill. It’s then when I wonder if my parents’ killers saw the same horrified looks the second they took those machetes to their throats.

Did they feel anything? Or was it all just business to them?

Because even though Vigo is the dredge-of-the-earth kind of bastard who had to be punished, I still feel a twinge of remorse staring down at him.

My parents were good people. They were sweet, loving, and kind; the best parents I could ever ask for.

Did their killers feel that same twinge? Did they have any remorse for stealing them away from me and my brother?

Or was it just business?

Because, to me, it’s never just business.

It’s always personal.

CHAPTER4

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