Page 351 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I don’t waste a single second. I drive my elbow into the throat of the guy in front of me and my knee into his groin, sending him crashing to the floor. Then, I swivel around, and with a palm heel strike to the nose of Patrick’s assailant, send him flying backward against a wall.

I pull out my gun and fire off two shots to the head of each one of them.

Thank fuck for silencers.

Patrick smirks at me. “You can never just go out, can you?”

I avoid his question and ask one of my own. “Why is it that whenever your family is involved, I end up with blood on my hands?” I grunt. “Come on. Let’s find Vigo and figure out what the hell is going on.”

“Are you nuts?” he asks. “Iftheseguys recognized me, there will be more on the lookout. Are we just supposed to kill everyone who gets in our way?”

I level him with a stare. “Thatismy MO. You got an issue with that?”

He shakes his head. “Jesus Christ…”

“What’s the matter? You too pretty to get dirty?” I lift an eyebrow. Patrick isn’t known for being the most prepared gangster on the planet. Maybe that’s why he decided to go theGQpath. He can fire a gun, but isn’t great with hitting his targets. I mean, for fuck’s sake, he and Heaven once got jumped right next to his car in a park one morning after a run. Broad fucking daylight and he completely missed the ambush.

And this is exactly why I prefer to work alone.

But he’s here so he’s in this, too.

Besides, it’s his fucknut brother who put us on Vigo’s radar in the first place.

Patrick clenches his jaw. “Fine. Let’s go.”

I creep down the darkened hallway, hoping like hell we’ll find who we’re looking for before I have to set fire to the place with my gun.

“What in the fuck has Conor gotten us into this time? And why the hell are we going to find Vigo, by the way? If Conor really did screw him over, he’s not gonna be very welcoming,” Patrick mutters as he follows close behind me. “Besides, Conor isn’t supposed to find out that I know anything about him being involved with Vigo. He’ll fucking roast me if Vigo tells him we showed up here.”

“Relax,” I grunt. “I’ve got a plan.” Which, if translated, actually means I have no plan at all.

I didn’t come here tonight expecting to find out that Conor stiffed Vigo. I just figured Conor was running some scam with him, a scam I’d have to expose for all of our safety.

But if Vigo has it out for Conor, then he definitely has it out for the rest of the Mulligans, and that includes Heaven and my family, by association.

It’s only a matter of time before he launches an attack against us all, and while I want to see Conor go down in flames, it’s my job to worry about everyone else.

Although, I’m hoping we can avoid the hellfire. If this is just about money, let the Mulligans pay him back.

Ifit’s just about money, that is.

My reconnaissance activities usually involve some sort of torture techniques. Cutting throats, tongues, cocks, fingers — I do whatever I need to get whatever I need.

And I’ll make sure Conor never knows we were here. That’ll keep Patrick from getting his ass chewed out…or worse.

We creep farther down the hall and a door suddenly swings open to reveal a young, topless girl, shaking uncontrollably. A thin stream of blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth, her blue eyes wide with fear.

Some guy inside of the room growls at her in Russian, but she makes no move other than to shake her head. She is yanked backward into the room, a thick hand slapped over her mouth before she can let out a scream.

“Fuck,” I mutter. What in the fuck else do they have going on in this place? That girl has to be fifteen, for Christ’s sake! “I’m going in.”

“Dante, don’t forget why we’re here. This isn’t about starting a war with the Volkov Bratva,” Patrick hisses, pulling me backward.

I shake off his hand, glaring at him over my shoulder. “I didn’t start this fucking war, Patty, but now that I’m here, I’m gonna make sure these assholes don’t take one single prisoner on my watch.”

Patrick rolls his eyes, throwing his hands into the air. “Fine! Go!”

I kick in the door to find the beefy Russian straddling the girl. She struggles against his massive body, his hand still cemented to her mouth.

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