Page 403 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Heaven beams at us, and I can tell right away from the glint in her eye and the pink tinge in her cheeks that she’s finally gotten laid.

Good for them.

And good for me.

“I didn’t expect you guys back so quickly,” she says, pulling open the refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of Pellegrino sparkling water.

“Yes, well, I didn’t have much to move over here,” Anya says. “And Aisling was so tuckered out that she fell right asleep.”

Heaven gives Matteo a knowing look. “Yeah, well, we know how long that lasts, and it’s never enough! I bet she’ll be babbling in about ten minutes. I swear, I don’t know where her energy comes from.”

Anya laughs, her bright white teeth flashing in the late afternoon sunlight streaming into the windows. The gold highlights in her hair shimmer, and I ache to run my fingers through the glossy waves again.

Matteo snaps his finger, and the sound jerks me from my borderline X-rated thoughts about the sexy new hire. I look up and see that his forehead is pinched. He nods toward his office and we back out of the room while the girls keep up a steady stream of chatter about things I can’t be bothered to follow right now.

I need to focus, and not just on the memory of Anya’s hot body pressed against me. Matteo is not happy right now, and I have a feeling I already know why.

He closes the door behind us and collapses in his chair, holding a hand to his head.

“Matty, you should be relaxed right now. You just fucked your wife. Why isn’t that making you smile?”

He slams his fists on the desk. “Because of her fucking family, Dante. Because I just found out that asshole brother of hers is coming for the christening after all of this time not seeing Heaven, not speaking to her, not even texting to ask about Aisling.” He shakes his head. “I swear to Christ, if he ruins this for her, if he dares make her anxious or upset or?—”

“We’ll all have him, Matty. Don’t worry about that.”

He rubs the back of his neck. “We need to corner him once he gets here. I wanna hear directly from him what the hell he’s doing with the Volkov Bratva. We escaped them once. I don’t want to make a habit of it.”

I nod. “Patty has nothing.”

Matteo rolls his eyes. “Why am I not surprised? He’s tooGQto be useful.”

“Well, if Conor doesn’t make a move, Patty can’t track it. It’s not entirely his fault. It’s not like he’s missing anything.”

Matteo lets out a groan and sits back in his chair. “You know what? I’m calling Roman.” I come around behind him and sit on the edge of the desk. He stabs my youngest brother’s phone number into his laptop and waits until Roman answers. He’s covered in whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

I stifle a laugh but Matteo just glares at him.

“You had to answer the call like that?”

“I thought it might be important and didn’t have time to clean up,” Roman says with a shrug. I can see his fiancée Marchella in the background giggling and playing with their puppy Bella.

She’s also covered in cream.

“I feel like we’re interrupting something,” I say with a snicker.

Roman licks some cream off his finger. “Well, then get on with it soIcan get on with it, yeah?”

Matteo’s lips stretch into a straight line. “Conor is coming to the christening.”

“Shit,” Roman says. “Did he call Heaven?”

“No, Aunt Maura sent me a text. He fucking couldn’t have even sent it himself, that pansy ass prick!” He fists his hair. “Guys, I seriously wanna kill the bastard. Like ‘drag a fork down the front of his chest and then gouge out his eyes’ kill him.”

“Easy,” Roman says. “Do we know why, all of a sudden, he wants to be included in family shit again?”

“I have a feeling it’s because he’s done something stupid and needs us to bail him out. He’s got nobody else because everyone else on the planet wants him dead more than we do,” Matteo grunts. “But there’s a problem. He’s gotten himself involved with the Volkov Bratva. You remember them, right, Romo?”

Roman groans and rolls his eyes, spraying some whipped cream directly into his mouth. “Those fuckers. I thought we were rid of that bullshit. How’d Conor get mixed up with them?”

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