Page 460 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Are you sure?” I ask.

She nods. “You said we’d go our separate ways, right? Well, this is me…going.” With a small smile, she opens the door, her hands above her head and her gun tucked into the back of her dress. “Conor!” she yells. “It’s over! You’ve got one chance to walk away. If you do something stupid, you’re gonna die.”

He snickers. “Badass! You are such a badass, Anya! I fucking love it! Let me ask you a question. Who’s holding all the fucking cards right now, huh? Look around, bitch! It’s me!” He waves his gun at Matteo. “And right about now this cocksucker is gonna beg me to save his wife and daughter. He’s gonna bend over for me and tell me what a miserable prick he is for ruining my life and my business!” He glares at Matteo, waving the gun in his face. “Do it!”

The door is open just enough for me to see and hear what’s going on but for me to remain invisible.

Exactly the way I like it.

My phone vibrates against my leg and I grab it when I see Patty’s name flash across the screen.

“It’s about to get very fucking windy up on the roof,” he says.

“How did you know where we are?” I ask.

“It’s Conor. He always goes big. Of course he’d take them to the roof. I made a call and there’s a police chopper on the way. Get ready to end this, Dante.”

I end the call, my pulse thrumming against my neck. Conor is still yelling at Matteo, forcing him to his knees. Heaven stands against the edge of the roof, hysterical. She can’t make a move or Conor will hurt Aisling.

She’s his leverage.

For what, I have no idea.

How the hell does he think this is gonna end?

“You forced me to do this,” he says, standing over Matteo. “And in a few minutes, I’m gonna be on my merry way while you and my sister grieve the loss of your kid.”

“No!” Heaven shrieks. “Please, Conor! She’s your family!”

“None of you are my family,” he growls.

“Conor, you have no escape,” Anya says. “Your guys are dead. You’ll never make it out of here.”

He grins at her, a leering, lecherous smirk that makes my gut twist. “I’ve got something better than my guys, Anya. I’ve got exactly what I came for, right here in my arms.” He points his gun between Heaven and Matteo. “And as much as I want to see both of you dead, I’d rather see you miserable and suffering.”

A whoosh of air blasts everything in its path, a deafening motor drowning out Conor’s crazed words. I keep my foot firmly planted in the doorway as the chopper closes in, hovering next to the side of the roof. I can see one of the guys inside, positioning himself to take a shot.

I have no shot at all from where I’m standing. I’m too far away and there are too many people in my path. I grit my teeth. The only way I get Conor is to charge at him, and if I do that he’ll?—

“Anya, no!” Heaven shrieks as Anya pulls the gun from the back of her dress and makes a run at Conor, who clearly didn’t expect a chopper to show up and cockblock him from ruining the lives of my family. Anya’s sudden movement startles him enough that he stumbles backward, tripping over a large metal box. He recovers too soon, though, not giving Anya enough time to pull the trigger.

Bullets explode into the air and Heaven shrieks as Matteo darts toward Conor, throwing himself on top of him. I take that opportunity to race toward them and grab the baby. Heaven runs over to us and I thrust Aisling into her arms. “Go!” I yell.

Gunshots pop and Conor scrambles to his feet, ducking down behind the metal box. He pops a few shots, a few of them ricocheting off the cement wall behind us.

“Fuck you, Matteo!” he screams. “Fuck you and your wife! Your baby will never be safe! No matter what happens tonight! I made sure of that. You are gonna suffer, do you hear me? Suffer the worst fucking pain of your pathetic life!”

Conor’s face is beet red as he clutches his gun and points it at Matteo’s head. My breath hitches as I squeeze the trigger…at the very same second that Anya jumps in front of Matteo, swinging her arm out to knock the gun out of Conor’s hands.

Her body buckles on impact and she crashes to the ground as it goes off.

“No!” I yell, emptying my clip into Conor. His body jerks left and right as the bullets ravage his body. He falls backward over the metal box, his arms limp at his sides, and the gun clatters to the roof.

Seconds later, a medic leaps out of the chopper after it lands and runs over to Anya. Her head smacked against the concrete when she hit the ground. “No, no, no!” I fall to my knees next to her. “She was trying to save your life,” I say to Matteo. “She took that shot for you, Matty,” I mutter, squeezing her clammy hand and bringing it to my lips. All of the harsh words I assaulted her with only minutes earlier come back to haunt me.

I told her I’d never trust her, never forgive her.

I said we’d part ways forever.

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