Page 388 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And nobody, not even Mr. Dark, Dirty, and Delicious, is going to derail me from my objective.

I plaster a bright smile on my face.

I will get this job.

I will make these people love me.

And then I will destroy them.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I say, keeping my voice as even as possible. Interesting. He’s not going to out me.

Which means he wants me to get this job.

A smile plays at my lips.

Pretty but so ignorant.

He has no idea what I will do to anyone who had a hand in my brother’s murder.

And this job is only the beginning.

I wish my uncle had given me the whole story when we spoke earlier. He was evasive about a lot of the details and it pisses me off to no end when he hides things. It’s like he doesn’t trust me, and after everything I’ve done for him over the years, all of the jobs I’ve completed, he should treat me like an equal and not like one of his freaking soldiers.

But this job is a way for him to build himself back up in the eyes of the bratva, and I’m going to do my part to help him regain his status.

Because as far as I’m concerned, anyone who had a single thing to do with Maks’s murder should and will be punished.

Viciously.

And for as gorgeous as this guy is, he is the enemy. Hell, they all are.

So I ignore the tingling in my hand when his skin brushes against mine.

I forget how it felt sliding against my ass, how his fingers drove me over the edge the night before at Velvet Lounge.

Instead, I remember my brother and what we had before it was broken.

He was my only real family.

Uncle Boris plays his part and watches out for me, but I’m not stupid. I know I’m a means to an end for him. He’ll use me to get what he wants and I’m not naïve enough to believe he thinks of me as the daughter he never had.

He’s self-serving and dark as hell. And yeah, he may have taken us in after we fled the Ukraine, but he worked us both damn hard to keep himself on top.

It wasn’t enough.

Because he always fell prey to his own inner demons of greed and rage.

But right now, I can’t think about Uncle Boris and his battles with the bratva. I need to be the most convincing and charming girl possible so that I can get him whatever we need for his ‘contact’.

I keep my smile plastered across my face as Heaven fires off her ideas about the position, half-listening as I run through scenarios in my mind.

But confusion clouds my mind.

Myobjective is clear — help my uncle close the deal with his elusive ‘contact’ so that these Villani people suffer the way we have. I understand why I’m here and what I need to do to avenge my brother’s murder.

But what escapes me is the part Dante plays with the bratva…as a hit man.

Because I’m damn sure he was there to kill Vigo last night.

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