Page 486 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

This place may be the hottest hotel on the Vegas Strip, but it’s not mine.

None of it is because I put my ass on the line for people who clearly don’t value it.

My own family included.

I fling my duffel bag over my shoulder and look around the lobby.

Lots of polished marble.

More gold.

Art I could have made myself in grade school.

I grit my teeth and pull out my phone when my cousin’s voice rings out.

“Zeno!”

I press my lips together, willing myself to not put a fist through a wall.

Maybe Sergio can explain what the fuck is happening since those shithead Severinovs only seem to care about their own interests.

He walks over with a hot blonde next to him. He grins at me and I can immediately see that it’s forced.

Not a great sign.

Sergio holds his hand out to the girl. “Zeno, this is Rayleigh. She’s the head concierge.”

Rayleigh eyes me up and down, practically drooling like she hasn’t been laid in a year. And I haven’t even showered yet.

“Pleasure, Zeno,” she croons, squeezing my hand and pumping it hard.

Something tells me she’d rather be pumping something else.

Unfortunately for her, I’d rather someone else do the pumping.

Like Lily Salesi.

The expression on Sergio’s face tells me he suspects exactly what I’m thinking right now.

“Rayleigh, I think it’s time for your morning meeting with the staff, yeah?” Sergio says without moving his gaze from my face.

She takes another long look at me and nods, sweeping her tongue over her pink-glossed lips. “Sure, Boss. And Zeno, I’ll be around if you needanything.”

Shocker.

Sergio watches her walk away, her hips swinging left and right in an exaggerated motion. He turns to me, his lips stretching into a tight line. “My office. Now,” he hisses.

I guess that’s the extent of my personal welcome wagon.

I hoist the duffel bag over my shoulder and follow him into a hidden doorway off of the huge marble and…you guessed it…gold-plated…reception desk.

He pulls me into a room at the end of the hall and slams the door shut. I fall into the black leather couch in front of his desk and put my feet up. Not a second goes by before he kicks them away, fixing an icy glare on me.

“You were supposed to lay low at the Montepremi,” he seethes. “Not fuck around with Salesi’s daughter.”

“I didn’t know who it was. I needed a break, Serge.” I shake my head and let out a dry chuckle. “That guy Kazimir is the one who took me to the club in the first place. If she was supposed to be off limits, someone should have told me.” I shrug. “She was hot and I was horny. And not to mention, fucking stressed because I have no idea what the hell is happening right now! It seems like everyone is in on this big secret, but nobody is sharing it with me.”

My nostrils flare and I stand up to face-off with my cousin. “I’m the one who executed the hit on Messina, remember? I’m the one who was holding the weapon. That means I’m the first one he’s gonna come after. But none of you gives a damn about that.”

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