Page 361 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“And be prepared. This one’s gonna take a little time,” he says gruffly. “You’ll need to pack a bag because you’re headed to Las Vegas in the morning.”

CHAPTER6

DANTE

How fucking long is this gonna take?

I peer at my watch.

Five minutes have passed.

Feels like hours.

And I can’t hear a goddamn thing from where I’m standing outside the door.

I rake a hand through my hand and lean back against the wall. I tailed her to make sure she didn’t pull a fast one and escape out the back door, yet something inside of me snapped as I followed her.

Watching her stalk through the crowd in that tight red dress, her perfect ass swinging with every angry step she took, dark hair my fingers itch to fist cascading down her bare back…I couldn’t help myself.

Andshecouldn’t pull off her little shrinking violet act, hard as she tried. That woman killed Vigo — I’d stake my life on it. The reason why is still eluding me, and it makes me wonder who else might be on her hit list.

Because if I know one thing, she’s Russian mafia.

I saw the star when she pulled the key out of her bra at Tatiana, and again just now when I was feasting on her tits.

That kind of ink can’t be mistaken for anything other than a rite of passage.

She’s killed for that five-pointed star, more than once.

And her sob story about that ‘interview’ gone wrong was complete crap.

The only thing Vigo interviews women for are his very special positions, and I guarantee none of them involve walking around his casino slinging drinks.

Knowing all of that didn’t stop me from kissing her, though, or from launching that erotic invasion against her. I can still feel her slim leg snaked around my hip, clenching me tight as I drive my fingers into her soft, wet pussy.

My cock jerks at the thought and I swallow a groan.

This was not the goddamn plan.

All I needed to do was find out what the hell Conor was up to, eliminate the threat to our families, and hop a flight back to Vegas.

Now I’ve got a gorgeous bratva assassin to contend with, and she has information I need.

Information I was supposed to get from Vigo before his throat was impaled with a steel blade.

The big question is, can I get what I need from her without getting stabbed myself?

Or worse…

My phone vibrates against my pants and I pull it out, stabbing the Accept button.

“Yeah?” I grunt.

“Did you take care of things?” It’s Matteo. I squeeze my eyes shut and press a clenched fist against my forehead.

“No. Someone else did,” I say in a low voice.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Conor?”

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