Page 538 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“Look, just get up to Bruno’s apartment, okay? We need to talk.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh. “Is this conversation gonna piss me off?”

“Probably but we still need to have it. Fast.” I click to end the call before he can browbeat me.

We dart over to the elevator and take it up to Bruno’s apartment.

I fumble with my master set of keys and stick one in the lock, twisting the knob and shoving the door open. “Bruno!” I yell, running inside.

“Mnhbh!”

I stop in my tracks.

What the hell?

I hold up a hand to Aldo and the girls. “It’s coming from the bedroom. Lemme check it out.” I point to Aldo. “Check out the rest of the place.”

I jog over to the bedroom and jiggle the door handle. Locked.

What in the hell happened here last night?

I take a step back and kick it in, unable to silence the yelp that escapes my mouth.

Holy Christ.

I’ve seen a lot in my life, plenty that I’d like to have permanently eradicated from my memory.

But there’s nothing I’d want to erase more than the sight burning my eyes right now.

I take a few tentative steps into the room then stop at the foot of the unmade bed. I want to look away, but I can’t.

It’s like the aftermath of a train wreck and I just can’t force my eyes away from Bruno’s stricken face.

“Nmonaammhh!” Another muffled yell.

“Bruno,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “I knew you were into some kinky shit but who the fuck would’ve thought this was your thing?” I back away, giving him a once-over. “Nice shock jock. I like the studs.” I snicker. “Badass on the streets, sub in the sheets, huh?”

His face is a deep red, practically bordering on purple, and his eyes are bugged out of his skull. He flounders on the mattress with nowhere to go since he’s handcuffed to all four bedposts.

I pull the ball gag out of his mouth and toss it onto the mattress next to him. “What the fuck happened?”

CHAPTER18

ZENO

“That bitch Rayleigh seduced me and then drugged me. When I came to, I was cuffed to the bed in this fucking getup.”

I put my head in my hands. “Jesus, Bruno, why would she do this?”

He lets out a snort. “If I could get some blood circulating to my fucking brain, I might be able to come up with a reason. Now can you un-fucking-cuff me?”

Since she took the key, I need to improvise. I fumble around in his night table drawers for something that might unlock him. I find a paper clip, pull it apart, and jimmy the cuff until I get each one open. Bruno groans, stretching his arms overhead to get the blood flowing again.

“Thanks,” he grunts.

“Don’t worry,” I say. “I won’t let a day go by that we don’t reminisce about this little bondage…er, bonding moment.”

He flips me off just as Aldo’s head pops into the room.

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