Page 452 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

He’s the bastard who vowed revenge on my family, on behalf of the Volkov Bratva.

A chill settles deep in my bones.

Vigo worked for the Volkov Bratva, too…

Blood rushes between my ears and the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

The Band-Aid.

The five-pointed star.

The familiar way she tasted and felt pressed against me.

It can’t be a coincidence.

I tried to push those things to the back burner, tried to ignore them, but those inklings still festered deep in my mind.

Now they manifest into huge questions that only Anya can answer.

Will she, though? How far is she willing to go to keep me from the truth?

And the biggest question remains — what in the hell does she want from my family?

Only seconds later, I get the exact answer I was looking for.

Conor Mulligan strolls in from a side door and comes up behind Anya. I can see her body stiffen as he hisses into her ear.

I wanna know what he said.

I wanna shoot him fuckingdead.

With a rocketing pulse, I watch as Boris gets up from the table and leaves the dining area. Anya and Conor are left alone, and the tension between them is so thick, I can see it hovering in the black cloud above them.

They’re working together.

Against us.

And now I know the truth.

The question is, what am I going to do with it?

I glare at their table, clenching my fists.

Welcome to Vegas, Conor.

Are you feeling lucky tonight?

Because I sure am.

CHAPTER24

ANYA

Uncle Boris nods at the man. “Anya, this is my partner. Conor Mulligan.”

My brow furrows and Conor flashes bright white teeth at me. He looks like an evil doppelgänger of a young Brad Pitt. Hot but ominous.

At least, that’s what the expression on his face tells me.

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