Page 513 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I have one goal tonight and that’s to get the hotel’s money back from these thieves.

Period.

I can’t have Lily, no matter how much I want her.

I grit my teeth and tear my eyes away from her. I’ll find some cocktail waitress to sneak up to my apartment when I get back to the hotel and I’ll just fuck out my obsession with Lily.

Everything will look better in the morning.

Until my father gets his hands on me.

But if I can redeem myself with this, if I’m the hero for once, maybe he’ll let me come home to Sicily.

Maybe I’ll actually get my life back, far away from Sergio and this bullshit syndicate.

I’ve got plenty of other brothers. Let them represent us out here.

I stop in front of the table and lift an eyebrow at the three guys now surrounding their backer. She gives them a nod and they move out of the way for me. I slide into the booth across from her, my mouth stretched into a straight line.

“You have something that belongs to me,” I say through clenched teeth. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which would you prefer?”

The backer has the nerve to smile. “You do know that here in America, possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

“You do know who my family is, right? And the Marcone family? We co-own the Excelsior,” I lean in closer. “And do you want to hear what we do with pieces of shit who dare to steal from us?”

“You call it stealing. We like to think of it as collecting what we’re owed.” She folds her hands on the table.

“How the fuck do you figure that?”

She shrugs. “Let’s just say that some people were screwed over when the Villanis and Marcones built that hotel. Powerful people who had skin in the game and lost a lot of money because of how your family steamrolled your way into this town. You and the rest of the families you’re associated with. This is just a reminder that of what you have to lose if you keep playing this game. Take the loss. Consider it a settlement.”

“I want that money back,” I say, fisting my hands and slamming them on the table.

“We’re just the messengers,” she hisses. “Consultants, really. And that stolen money? Chalk it up to the cost of doing business. Welcome to Las Vegas.”

I palm my gun and slide my jacket back so she can see it.

Bitch doesn’t even blink.

“If you think this is going away because you shoot us, you’re wrong. See, the people who hired us have deep pockets and they want revenge. If we’re suddenly out of commission, they’ll just find another team to do the job. And theywillfinish it, mark my words. Let it go,Zeno.”

A chill slithers down my spine when she says my name.

My name.

Shit.

That’s not a coincidence.

Nobody is supposed to know I’m out here.

And yet, she knows my name.

Fucking Messina.

He’s got to be behind this whole thing!

And he knows I’m here.

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