Page 526 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

Then I remember…

Ican’t.

I can’t ignore the call, as much as I want to. I know it’s Sergio and I know he’s gonna spew some pretty toxic stuff in my ear, just as prep for what I can expect to hear…and feel…when I get back to the hotel.

I breathe Lily in — the sweet scent of her hair, the citrusy scent of her skin — it makes me yearn for a life when I can stay here all night, one where I can fuck her senseless for hours without worrying about whether or not I’ll have a cock to pump into her.

I messed up tonight.

I got myself tangled in things I should have stayed far away from.

But that’s me.

I’m the guy who sees red and charges like a bull.

I’m no closer to figuring out who took our money and somehow, I’ve become a target for some faceless assholes who want at least one of us dead.

The phone rings and rings, and finally I let out a groan as she slides off my half-hard cock.

I grab my phone. “Yeah?”

“I can’t find Sergio,” Bruno says in a low voice.

“Okay, great, you couldn’t have sent a text?”

“Well, it’s a little weird, right? Because he knows you’re out of the hotel and he was pretty pissed off that you left in the first place.”

“Maybe he decided to take a break and fuck his wife, Jaelyn.” I let out a dry laugh. “He was tense. Maybe she offered him a little rub and tug action.”

“Maybe,” Bruno says. I can picture him rubbing the back of his neck.

“Listen, stop worrying, okay? We have enough other shit to deal with right now. Consider it a blessing that Sergio isn’t there breathing down your neck.”

Bruno sighs. “Fine. When will you be back?”

“In the morning. Unless Sergio finds me first. Just relax, Bruno. I can hear the stress. Let it go. Maybe you should find a cocktail waitress to screw.”

“Uh-huh.”

I click to end the call. Bruno knows Sergio’s wrath so it’s no shocker that he doesn’t want to ignite the fire. I say take his absence as a godsend and just enjoy it.

We don’t get that kind of freedom too often.

“Work trouble?” she asks, a suspicious look on her face.

I avert my eyes, rubbing the back of my neck. “Something like that.”

Lily wraps the comforter around her and sits up with a strange look on her face. “So, tell me something, Zeno. Why are you carrying a gun? What hotel security guard just happens to have a Glock stuffed into the back of his pants?”

“Uh, the kind that is paid to defend said hotel,” I say with a lifted eyebrow. “You know how many crazy fuckers there are out there who use stray pit bulls as a distraction to attack casinos?” I smirk at her. “I use it for those people.”

Her lips stretch into a tight line. “Who are you, Zeno? Because I’m going to bet it’s not just head of security for the Excelsior. Kazimir Severinov is a business associate of yours, isn’t that right?”

“Wow, so now you’re putting me under a microscope when the attack outside the club was supposed to be a hit onyou?” I fold my arms. “Why do you care who I am all of a sudden, Lily?”

She runs a hand through her hair, a frustrated grimace twisting her lips. “Maybe because I want to know if that attack really was targeting me or if, like you said, we got caught in each other’s crosshairs.”

“Well, I already told you that the list of people who want me dead is pretty much endless, so…” I shrug. “Could be anyone’s hit.”

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