Page 384 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Makes me think of Anya.

She was hellfire.

I could see it.

I could feel it.

And fuck, I could taste it.

But I also need to forget about it. There’s a bigger fish named Conor I’d love to gut before frying him. That’s the only way I get my life back.

Matteo would second that death sentence, that’s for sure.

He’s hated Conor ever since the guy tried to kill Heaven right before their wedding, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s her blood, I know for a fact that Matteo would have had him sunk to the bottom of the Hudson without a second thought.

But much as Heaven despises him, she’d never want her family to suffer that loss.

To me, it’d be a gain, but hey.

Not my family. Not my call.

“That’s why you have me. You know I’ll do anything to protect this girl. And then once we’ve taken care of the ‘problem’, I go back to what I do best,” I say, lifting her into the air and dipping her toes into the water only to bring her back out again. She loves playing this game.

Matteo’s expression darkens slightly, but before he has a chance to respond, a smooth female voice croons into my ear as a tanned, lithe body sinks to the step beside me.

“Your baby is so cute.”

Evidently, the water-toe game makes a lot of fans.

“Thanks, but she’s not mine,” I say, nodding at Matteo. “She’s my brother’s.”

Her eyes brighten up at that. “Oh, so…you guys aren’t together, then,” she murmurs, sliding closer.

“Most definitely not.”

Matteo snorts. “What, like I’m not a good catch?”

I shrug. “I need someone who’s less vain about their hair than I am.”

The girl giggles and twists so I have a full view of her tits.

Jesus, Aisling is like a homing device or something.

The cocktail waitress struts over, shaking her ass in a more exaggerated way than she was when she left with my order. And I can’t be sure, but I think she just mouthed “Die, bitch,” to the girl sitting next to me. I bite back a smile as she ‘politely’ shoves the girl away with a quick little shoulder move.

Damn, she’s territorial.

I’m thinking she may pee on me next, you know, to really get her point across.

“Here you go, Mr. Villani,” the waitress croons in a seductive voice, handing me the tall glasses. I pass one over to Matteo and pull out a fifty-dollar chip from the pocket of my board shorts and drop it on her tray.

She shoots one final glare at the intruder before swiveling around and stalking away from us.

I pick up one of the glasses and hold it out to the girl, but before she has a chance to take it, it’s swiped right out of my hand.

“That looks good,” my sister-in-law Heaven says, taking a long sip and letting out a moan.

“You know, your husband has one of his own,” I say. “Why’d you go for mine?”

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