Page 447 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“And then what?”

“I hung up on the asshole!” Matteo thunders. “You’re acting like you don’t know me at all!”

“Relax, I know you plenty.” I smirk. “What’d Heaven say?”

“I didn’t tell her.”

“What do you mean, you didn’t tell her? It’s her brother and her family. You need to tell her, Matty. He’s in Vegas. If you think he’s not gonna make an appearance, you’re crazy. And do you really wanna risk that he won’t bring a guest or two to the church tomorrow?” My eyes widen with alarm. “Fuck,” I mutter. “Yeah, you need to tell Heaven, bro.”

“Tell Heaven what?”

On cue, my sister-in-law bounces into the room, walking behind the desk and putting her arms around Matteo’s neck. “What’s up, babe? And please tell me it’s not about the caterers. I told Tommy I wanted a very specific menu and not to screw around with his little special twists.” She lets out a groan. “Why does it always have to be so difficult working with him? I mean, I get he’s a creative, but still!”

Matteo sighs. “Conor called.”

Heaven stops her rant-mid sentence, her green eyes narrowing. “I’m sorry, did I just hear that right? My asshole brother Conor called you?”

“There’s more. He’s here.”

“Here,” she repeats.

“Yeah, in Vegas.”

“In Vegas?” she shrieks.

Matteo scrubs a hand down the front of his face. “Are we really doing the whole parrot thing again?”

“Sorry,” she snaps. “But I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that my estranged brother called my husband to chat while he just happens to be here in the city where we live, the day before our daughter’s christening!What the fuck?”

“I know the timing is bad.”

“Bad?” she yells at him. “This is fucking horrendous! What does he want? Money? Drugs? Safe fucking harbor?”

I stand up from the chair and back away from them. Heaven is bordering on psycho bitch, for good reason yes, but I still want to get outta the line of fire. Because the flame torch is most definitely coming.

“He wants to see you. To talk.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk tohim!” she bellows, stalking past me and heading to the kitchen. She slams some cabinets and grabs a bottle of whiskey from one of them. Then she screws off the top and slugs from the bottle before glowering at Matteo again. “He’s not here out of the goodness of his heart because he doesn’t have one! So why do you think he’s here?”

Matteo looks at me. “It might be because he’s gotten tangled up with the Russians that Dante and Roman kicked out of Manhattan a few months ago.”

Heaven furrows her brow. “Kicked out of Manhattan?”

“Yeah, well, they were in our territory looking for trouble. And they didn’t like being asked to leave,” I say.

“For fuck’s sake! He’s withthem?” She guzzles more of the whiskey and grimaces at us. “Anything else I need to know, guys? I mean, please, by all means, keep fucking piling on!”

“Dante fucked Anya,” Matteo says, stroking his chin.

Heaven whirls in my direction, clutching the neck of the bottle. I brace myself, ready to take the full impact of the bottle assault that I know is coming.

But instead of hurling it at my head, she smiles. “We’re going to come back to that later when I don’t want to throw my husband through a wall. But well done!”

“Well done,” Matteo scoffs. “Right against that damn window!” he exclaims.

Heaven shrugs. “Kinky but really, TMI.”

“Sex with the nanny is fine, but me trying to protect you from that lunatic is bad?” Matteo snaps.

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