Page 509 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

That’s all.

And when I deliver that news, he’ll be happy.

Or, at least, less of a pain in my ass.

Maybe.

Relax and just trust me.

I chuckle when I send that because it’s just fucking hysterical even for me to read. I can picture Sergio’s eyes pop out of his skull whenthattext lights up his screen.

If given the choice, I’d rather stick my dick in a wasp hive.

I swallow a snort and shove the phone back into my pocket after telling him I’ll call him later.

Okay, shots. That’s always Bruno’s solution. Although I could use one right now. In a few days, Papa will fly in for the big family meeting…the one where we sign our lives away for this syndicate. And the one where Joe Salesi shows up to make a decision about whether or not he’ll join. Shit, from what I’ve seen, the guy should just steer clear. I know as soon as Papa gets here and Serge fills him in about what I’ve been up to, he’s gonna lock me in a room and read me the riot act about how I can’t be spotted outside of the hotel, blah, blah, blah because of the Messina threat.

I’m tired of watching my back. Let him come andtryto get me.

My gaze flickers back over toward the girl in the red dress. I can see her whole back, almost the crack of her ass.

So much for conservative.

But I like it.

The material looks soft and shiny and my fingers itch to touch it, to run over the smooth globes of her ass. Long, dark hair is gathered over one shoulder, leaving her back completely exposed. I watch as the girl next to her whispers in her ear and both of them giggle as they walk deeper into the club.

He said I have half an hour, so…

I decide to follow them.

I can’t help but watch the girl’s hips swing as she walks. And I definitely can’t ignore the stares she gets as she passes every breathing dude in the place.

From most of the women, too.

I spotted her too late to see her face, but judging from the reactions she’s getting, I’ll bet it’s a million times better than the view from behind.

And I’ll tell ya,thatview is fucking amazing.

I keep close tabs on her as she stumbles a bit in those shoes like she just put on heels tonight for the first time in her life.

Her friend leads her to the bar and just as I’m about to slide in next to her, some douchebag knocks into me, practically falling over himself to get close. The temptation to pull out my knife is strong, but I hear Sergio’s voice in my head.

It doesn’t whisper sweet nothings, either.

I clench my fists and stand down as the girl’s purse crashes to the floor. They both sink to their knees to grab it, and just as she flashes him a grateful smile, she turns in my direction.

Trouble.

Yeah, the promise of it definitely makes my dick twitch.

But this girl? Holy fuck. She’s not just trouble. She’sdeath.

And just imagine whatthatdoes to my cock.

Long, dark eyelashes, dark red lips, bright white smile.

Fuck me…

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