Page 510 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Even my inner voice is speechless, and he’salwaysgot something to say.

I stand still, rooted to the spot, mesmerized by this crazy spell she’s cast over me for the second time. The first time it happened, she wound up on my lap, pressed against my cock as I drive my fingers into her tight, wet pussy. Her eyes barely flicker in my direction so she doesn’t even see me. All thoughts of Bruno and the Hoodie Brigade morph into white noise as I study her from a few feet away — her profile, the way she throws her head back when she laughs, how the guy next to her lights up like a damn Christmas tree when she places her hand on his arm.

My fists clench instinctively.

I want to bethatguy.

But I walked away, not once, but twice.

And definitely not by choice.

I have to use actual effort to tear my eyes away from her a minute later when I remember the reason why I’m here in the first place.

My primary goal has always been to protect the family. I’m loyal to a fault, and would do anything to keep them safe and rich beyond their wildest dreams. But somehow, I always manage to go a little bit too far, cause a little too much damage, kill a few too many enemies.

My intentions starting out are always good. It’s the execution that needs some work.

Execution. Ha. I’m so punny.

When it comes time to act, I think about the people taking advantage of us, fucking us over, and stealing from us, and there’s this fire deep inside of me that roars to life and explodes out of me with a crazy intense force.

I go blind from the rage and devastation usually follows.

But it’s always in the aftermath that I sit back and say to myself, ‘hey, maybe I should have handled that a little differently.’

I know I have the tendency to go off the rails.

I just can’t control myself.

What can I say? I’m a passionate guy.

It’s why I’m on Messina’s radar right now.

That’s exactly why I was under strict orders to stick around the hotel until the syndicate meeting happens. A lot of powerful guys will be here in Vegas for that meeting, and a lot of their enemies will be stalking them.

The underworld is a pretty small place. It’s hard to fly under the radar when you have a certain, ah, reputation.

And my reputationalwaysprecedes me.

That’s what has Sergio so panicked and why he’ll have my balls in a vise unless I wrap things up here and get back to the Excelsior fast. It’s no secret that Sergio didn’t want me to take cover out here. He knew I’d bring the fire to the resort, his new baby, his chance to show the syndicate families how well he can rule over his own empire.

Well, I guess it’s really half a baby since the place is partly owned by the Marcone family.

Regardless, he figured I’d cause trouble because it happens everywhere I go, and the people hunting me would hear about it and roast me like a pig on a spit over a flame.

And then that’s when they’d really go to work on me, my family included.

We’d all be screwed.

It’s no surprise he put up a fight when Papa approached him with the plan.

I scrub a hand down the front of my face, a long, slim leg in my periphery.

It takes every ounce of restraint I have to not turn my head.

And it works, for all of five seconds.

See, this is why I’m always up shit creek without a paddle.

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