Page 426 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I already told him more than I should have.

Even though it was liberating to let some of that poison seep out of me, I can’t give him anything else.

It would make me too vulnerable, too exposed, too emotional.

And it might dilute my hate and kill my resolve.

Bad, bad, bad!

I catch Heaven look from Dante to me and then back again, a tiny smile lifting her lips. “What time what?” she asks, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She obviously sees something.

And Ifeelit again, way down to the tips of my toes and all the way up to the ends of my hair.

Wanted.

Desired.

Craved.

A shiver shimmies down my spine and my shoulders shudder in response.

“What time…” Dante repeats, as if he can’t even remember his question. Wow, am I really that much of a sight?

Or is he just sidetracked by the fantasy of fucking me against a window overlooking the entire Las Vegas Strip?

Heaven makes a point of looking at her diamond-encrusted Rolex and lifts a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Any day now, Dante. Can’t you see we’re a little bit busy here?”

He blinks fast, dragging his gaze off of me. “What time are Patty and Maura flying in?” he finally asks.

“They’ll be in at eleven,” she says.

He nods. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks. Don’t tell anyone else, but you’re the best brother-in-law ever!” she squeals.

“Whoa! What in the ever-loving fuck is that supposed to mean?” a booming voice demands from out in the hallway. “You cheatin’ on me, sis?”

A tall, dark, and delicious version of Matteo and Dante pops his head into the room. “We made an agreement, remember? Nobody but me gets that title!”

Heaven’s cheeks turn bright pink and she claps a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Busted!” Dante says with a snicker.

The new guy gives me a long, appraising look. “Here I am, coming up to welcome the new nanny, and I find you feathering Dante’s ass. What kind of shit is that?”

He walks into the room and sticks out a hand to me. “Sergio. I run this place.”

“Anya,” I reply. “And well done. It’s beautiful.”

Sergio nods, a smirk lifting his lips. “Dante said you were staying at the Bellagio before my sis hired you.” He shakes his head. “You don’t wanna be caught dead in that shithole, sweetie.”

“So I’ve heard,” I say with a snicker. “Jeez, it’s like you guys all rehearse from the same script,” I murmur.

Dante shrugs. “Maybe we all just share the same brain.”

“Scary!” Heaven squeals. “I refuse to admit I think like a Villani man!” She waves her hand around. “Okay, boys, hit the road! We’re still beautifying in here!”

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