Page 487 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Sergio sweeps a hand through his hair. “Look, you’re here so we can keep watch over you. Messina is back in Sicily, probably licking his wounds and trying to figure out how to launch his next attack, but by the time that happens, the syndicate will hopefully be complete and we’ll have a lot of muscle behind us with Salesi’s network. That’s what you need to focus on right now.”

Yeah, he’s right. Too bad the only things playing with my mind right now are the way Lily’s toned legs felt, clamped tight around mine, how tight and wet her pussy was as I massaged her soft folds, how sweet her lips tasted as I feasted on them.

I should be thinking about staying alive.

Instead, I can’t stop thinking about how incredible her tight little body would feel plastered against mine as my cock throbs deep inside of her.

I scrub a hand down the front of my face. “I know how important it is to my father to be part of this organization. This syndicate just better be worth it. I don’t like being ordered around by fucking strangers. It’s bad enough dealing with you guys.”

“Better learn to eat shit pie, cuz,” Sergio says with a grin. “And when you’re wiping your chin, get ready to ask for more.”

“I think I just lost my appetite,” I grumble.

“Well, you’d better get it back. You’re gonna run security while you’re out here. Just keep your head down and stay close to the hotel.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve lost enough of my freedom because of Messina. Now you’re keeping me as a prisoner?”

“It’s just until we make sure Messina stays put in Sicily. If he comes back, it’s because he found out you’re here. And he won’t stop until he wins…or dies.” He narrows his eyes at me. “So stay the hell out of trouble. The syndicate needs Joe Salesi’s money and influence. If he finds out what you did?—"

“WhatIdid?” I snort. “I took care of his beef with Messina. He should be grateful!”

“Nothing touches his daughter,” Sergio says. “Nothing, especially you.”

“She could do worse,” I grumble.

“Not much worse,” he quips.

I flip him off. “Thanks, I always like to know where I stand.”

“Pull that shit again, and you won’t have legs to worry about.”

CHAPTER6

LILY

THREE WEEKS LATER

“Hi! So, I hear you have a stray pit bull wandering around the blackjack tables,” I say, flashing a toothy grin at the head valet when he pulls open the door of the Las Vegas Animal Rescue van I’m driving.

“That’s right. Causing quite the disturbance for the whales in there,” the valet quips with a snicker. “You must be the savior.”

“That’s right. Just dial 1-800-SALVATION and boom! I’m here to help with all of your animal rescue needs.” I giggle and hop out onto the cobblestone driveway in front of the Excelsior Hotel and Casino as he pulls the van off to the side for me. It’s the hottest new property on the strip, and I can see the draw now that it’s up close and personal.

Glitz and glamour ooze out of the place, splashing onto the throngs of people my age scattered along the sidewalk, all eager to experience the luxe that is Excelsior. Chloe has been dying to go, but when I’ve mentioned it to Kat and Lindy, they’ve blown it off, saying it’s not worth our time when there are so many better places to party.

And it’s not like I have much time for fun, anyway. Not since I’m officially preparing for vet school and spend my spare time rescuing animals and helping to nurse them back to health. I started my work at the rescue a few weeks ago after deciding that I needed to restore focus on my future, not random hot guys who have no business taking up valuable real estate in my mind.

I adjust my glasses and turn to look up at the hotel. It looks like an actual palace with intricate architecture, lush foliage, wide marble columns, and lots of polished brass.

Very sleek. Very exquisite. Very glossy.

No wonder they freaked out when that dog moseyed into the lobby to check things out. And even more so when he pooped right in the center of the action. I stifle a giggle as I snake through the crowds of guys in their uniforms of untucked button-down shirts and jeans, and the girls in their mummy-wrap dresses that ride so high, any passers-by can appreciate a full moon both in the sky and down on the ground.

My ponytail streams behind me as I jog into the massive hotel. I’m not exactly dressed for a Friday night on the strip, and I probably smell like the animals at the shelter, but duty calls.

Literally.

A whoosh of cool air slaps me across the face as I walk farther inside. It’s like a greeting.Well, hello there, sucker! Come on in so we can take you for all you’re worth!

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