Page 389 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

The pieces of this very seedy puzzle are so jagged, I don’t know how they’ll ever fit together.

The Villanis obviously had dealings with Vigo Kosolov. That’s why Dante showed up at Tatiana. He told me as much. But what was he after? Was it really just a debt he wanted to collect?

Or something else?

And how does this ‘contact’ fit in? Why is he after the Villanis?

My job isn’t to ask questions, as my uncle never misses an opportunity to point out. But these thoughts continue to gnaw at my brain, mainly because I feel like some damn big details are missing from this very sketchy picture.

“Anya?”

I blink fast. “Yes.”

Heaven grins at me. “I asked if you’d like to hold the baby.”

“Of course! She is so precious!” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, even though I want to lash out at every one of these people to find out what they know about the murder. I take Aisling’s squirming little body, hugging her tight against me. I have to make a good showing.

I have to find out the truth about my brother’s murder.

And these people are going to lead me straight to it.

Hatred for everyone who is responsible for yanking away all that was good in my life bubbles to the surface as I bounce Aisling and watch her family stare at her with adoration.

Family.

It’s something I miss every day.

Something I’ll never know again.

A pang assaults my heart as a lump forms in the back of my throat.

They shouldn’t be happy, not with the things they do, not with the lives they’ve most certainly taken and ruined.

And yet, while these toxic thoughts run through my mind, I still manage to get Aisling smiling and laughing, and her mother is looking at me like I’m the second coming of Christ right now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante eyeing at me with a question in his gaze.

“Oh my God, she is so great with you!” Heaven exclaims. “How soon can you start?” she asks excitedly.

“Right now!” I say with forced enthusiasm.

“Fantastic!” Heaven says. “Your references were so impressive, and the service absolutely raved about you!”

“Heaven,” Matteo, her husband, says, standing up from his spot next to the pool. “Let’s take a little walk, okay?”

Heaven gives Aisling a kiss on the cheek, babbling about details that I only half-hear. My eyes are on Matteo and he is staring at me. Hard. Not in the ‘I’d love to fuck you’ way, but in the ‘I’m very suspicious of you’ way.

I swallow hard and give them a little wave. “Take your time! We’ll just be getting acquainted out here!” I say in a cheerful voice.

“Dante, behave yourself,” Heaven calls over to him with a threatening look on her face. Matteo grabs her arm and pulls her inside of the hotel before she can utter another warning. I don’t bother to bite back the grin on my face when I walk over to him and sit down on the pool ledge. I kick off my sandals and step into the cool water, positioning Aisling on my lap.

“So,” Dante says, sitting back on his hands. His smooth, bronze skin glistens in the sun and I fight the urge to drag my tongue over his pecs.

I simultaneously fight the temptation to close my hand around his throat until he tells me what the fuck he was doing at Tatiana and what he knows about my brother.

But I restrain myself on both counts, keeping my hands glued to the baby so they don’t get any ideas of their own.

“So what?” I ask.

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