Page 365 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He furrows his brow. “I didn’t see anything. Where was it?”

“In my mouth, along with the tit it was inked onto.”

Patrick gives my shoulder a punch. “Damn, I knew you were stealth in your job, bro. When was her tit in your mouth? And how did I miss it?”

I nod toward the bathroom.

“You fuck her, too?”

“No time,” I mutter. “But the bigger issue is that she wasn’t working on her own tonight.”

“You mean for her interview?”

Jesus Christ. Why is he so goddamn slow on the uptake?

“Patty,” I say. “There was no interview. It was bullshit!”

“What are you saying?”

“I think she killed Vigo. And she might not have been acting alone.”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“If you are going to say that she might have ties to Conor, then yes, that’s what I’m saying.”

“That’s not good. Conor, in bed with the Russians?”

“Patty, if you ask me another fucking question, I might put you through a goddamn wall. I’m just saying.” I swallow hard. It’s insane for me to feel this way, but my gut clenches when I think about that cocksucker Conor’s hands on…whoever the hell she is.

Let’s call her Red Dress.

Red Death.

Whatever.

I don’t even know her name, but somehow I’m all tangled up in her lethal web.

Conor.

I wanna fucking vomit just thinking about it.

For all I know, she wants me dead.

But, as much as I hate myself for it, I wanther.

“Okay, so lemme phrase this as a statement so that you don’t bite my head off about answering another question,” Patrick says with a smirk. “You’re going back to Vegas tomorrow and I’m staying here in the city. I’m gonna keep an ear to the ground and see if Conor does or says anything suspicious, now that I know what I’m looking for. And I’m gonna keep you posted. Hopefully, I’ll have something by the time I see you for Aisling’s christening next weekend.”

I rub my temples. “Just keep the rest of your family out of this. You’re on your own here. If you need backup, you call Roman. Whatever happens, do not tip off Conor. Christ only knows what he’d do to you if he found out. I mean, he tried to kill Heaven while he was high, for fuck’s sake.”

Patrick’s gaze darkens. “I can handle him. Iwillhandle him.”

“Be careful. The last thing you want is for whoever he’s working with to handleyou. Because if that happens, you can be sure as shit they’ll be coming for us next.” Blood rushes between my temples, rage bubbling under my skin at the thought of Conor’s betrayal.

If I can’t kill him, then goddammit, I need to fucking kill somebody.

Immediately, if not sooner.

The burner phone in my pocket buzzes against my leg almost on cue. I pull it out with a roll of my eyes.

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