Page 420 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Handling Miguel Rivas was a good respite, but not nearly enough to sustain me.

This little ‘vacation’ is fucking draining the life outta me.

Or at least it was until yesterday.

Anya has my head in a million places and I don’t like that a single fucking bit.

Before she showed up on the scene, I was ready to bolt the hell outta Vegas and get back to my life, the one where I get in, pop my target, and get out.

No thinking.

No strategizing.

It’s simple because I’m an action kinda guy.

But this pull Anya has on me…it’s making me second guess everything I thought I wanted.

I can’t even count how many times over the past few months Matteo has tried to convince me to stop running, to stay and find something more stable out here.

I shot him down every time.

How can this girl, someone I literally just met, make me second guess myself?

I know I need to leave Vegas once this Conor shit is handled.

But she makes me want to stay.

After months of insisting I’m better on my own, she’s given me a reason to explore a different path.

A kid, for fuck’s sake.

I fist my hair.

I can’t be that guy.

If I stop running, I’ll never be free from the demons. They hunt me relentlessly and won’t ever stop.

If I stay, they’ll catch me.

And I can’t live with that guilt roped tight around my neck.

It’s why I started on this path in the first place.

A groan threatens to slip from my lips, and I hear the key card click in the door lock.

Thank fuck!

I need to get out of my damn head.

Getting laid is supposed to clear your mind, not clog it up even more than it already was.

Heaven and Matteo step into the apartment, their heads bent together as they whisper and chuckle softly.

Anya, on the other hand, doesn’t move.

She’s completely starched.

As is Aisling.

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