Page 495 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Or that crazy bitch Kat’s.

I adjust the earpiece, rolling my eyes as I shove it back into place, feeling like a complete idiot. I try to push the image of Lily out of my mind.

Lily and her “People Suck” t-shirt.

I smile to myself. Something tells me that’s much more her style than the dolled-up look she was donning back at the Montepremi.

It fits her, too.

Snarky, sassy, and sarcastic.

I expel a shallow sigh as I wind my way around the craps’ tables. Gamblers boozing it up for free as they throw the dice. I duck out of the way of a pair of strays that fly right off the table. I bend down, flip them over in my hand, and drop them into the pit boss’s outstretched palm.

The roller, a blonde stuffed into a mummy wrap dress flutters long, dark eyelashes at me as I pass. “I sent them over the side just so you’d have to stop and pick them up,” she murmurs. The lashes flutter faster and then one of them droops. It’s now hanging by a single lash, and a deep red flush colors her cheeks as she quickly flips around to fix it.

I bite back a snicker and keep walking.

I’ve had plenty of offers from women since I started working here, and I haven’t taken them up on a single one.

Tonight won’t be an exception, especially since my own personal highlight reel has just been updated.

That “People Suck” t-shirt won’t last long on Lily’s body once I close my eyes and conjure her up in the center of my bed.

The other night, I had the insatiable urge to bend her over my knee and spank her once for every man who gawked at her as she strutted through the nightclub.

And tonight?

Fuck, I just want to spank her.

I stop next to one of the blackjack tables, backing against a wall as a couple starts canoodling. I can see from my position behind them that they’ve got a good number of chips piled between them. A few minutes later, they’re joined by another guy who gets a little handsy with the girl.

Interesting.

I watch them play a few hands as a cocktail waitress waltzes over with a drink for the girl. She’s already tipsy from the looks of it, but sucks down the new drink pretty damn fast, dropping something onto the cocktail waitress’ tray. I don’t recognize the waitress, so I keep my eye on her as she meanders around the casino. The threesome is forgotten as I follow the waitress. She always takes the same path past the dealer before delivering her drinks.

I tail her to see where she goes once her drink tray is empty and she goes to fill a new order. When she comes out, I see her stop outside of the restrooms just as a tall, skinny guy comes out of the men’s room. Navy blue hoodie, dark eyes, moody expression.

Maybe he’s a jealous boyfriend who doesn’t like his girl shaking her ass around the casino in that glorified bathing suit.

Maybe it’s something entirely different.

Or maybe I’m just seeing shit that isn’t really there because I clearly need something to distract me from certain death otherwise known as Lily Salesi.

I pull out my phone and dial Sergio’s number.

“Yeah?” he answers, sounding out of breath.

“You in the middle of fucking?” I ask. “I hope I’m interrupting you.”

“I just got off the treadmill, asshole,” he grunts. “What do you want?”

“I’ve been watching some things down here,” I say. “Think we need to check out some security feeds.”

He lets out a huff. “Fine, I’ll meet you in my office in ten.”

A few minutes later, we’re huddled over the security monitors, tracking the people I pointed out on the feed. “Something looks off, Serge,” I say. “And I don’t like it.”

“Okay, Columbo,” he grumbles. “Let me check the past feeds.”

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