Page 578 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

I give him an elbow to the sternum and he groans. But before I can run off, he pulls me back by my hair. “You’re not going anywhere, bitch. You think you’re a little cocktease, don’t you? Well, I don’t like being teased.”

Struggling in his grip, I try to protect my bad ankle from people pushing past us. “Let me go, dick.”

“I’m not letting you go anywhere.” His eyes flash with anger, his friends nudging each other and snickering. “You’re with me tonight.”

“The fuck she is,” a deep voice growls from behind me. “She’s with me.”

Bruno pushes me against a nearby wall and smashes a fist into the guy’s jaw. He doubles over, his hand covering the blood pouring from his mouth. But like a glutton for punishment, he staggers and straightens up.

“I don’t see a sign on her saying she’s your prize fucking cow,” the guy grunts, spitting at Bruno’s feet. Then he lunges for him, his eyes glowing with malice.

Bruno easily sidesteps him with a smirk. “Stupid fuck,” he mutters, grabbing the guy by the hair as he comes in for the kill. “You touched my girl and now I’m gonna kick your ass.”

He smashes the guy into the floor then pulls him up by the back of his neck before sending a fist into the guy’s throat. He flounders around on the hardwood floor, choking and sputtering, his hand clutching his neck.

His friends back away and lose themselves in the crowd. Zeno appears with the rest of his groomsmen – the gangsters – Matteo, Nico, Max, Rocco, Sergio, Roman, and Dante.

They circle the guy like he’s prey and judging by the way he looks up at them, he knows he’s severely fucked.

Bruno hovers over the guy. “Looks like all your punk-ass bitch friends scattered like cockroaches. Now you’re on your own. Are you dumb enough to come after me again? Do I need to cut off your hand and gouge out your eyes?”

My jaw hits the floor. He’s so…vicious. And it’s hot as fuck, if I’m being honest. Sick as it is, my core tingles at the mention of me being “his girl.”

Was he just trying to save me?

Or is it something more?

The guy doesn’t respond to Bruno’s threat. Instead, he begs like a little bitch when he stares up into the dark and dangerous eyes of Bruno’s posse. “Look, I’ll leave her alone, okay? Just let me go.”

“Don’t ever let me see you again or those won’t just be threats. Consider them promises.”

With one quick tug, Bruno pulls the guy off the floor and pushes him away. The rest of the gangster groomsmen follow the handsy asshole out of the club where they will no doubt pummel his ass into the snow.

Bruno walks toward me, his jaw tense. My heart leaps into my throat, pent-up lust flooding my veins.

“Thank you.” I swallow hard, my eyes raking over his god-like body. My fingers tingle at the thought of tearing off his shirt, my tongue itches to lick every cut of hard muscle. “What are you even doing here? I thought you had the bachelor party tonight.”

He flashes his signature half-smirk. “We’re in the middle of nowhere at a ski resort. Didn’t have many options. Besides…” He trails a finger down the side of my arm. “I needed to answer your question from before.”

“My question.” A thick haze of desire fogs my brain.

“When you told me I should have been honest about not coming to California and I said I’ve regretted it for the past year and a half, you asked what part I regretted.”

“Right,” I say, my voice tight. “Letting me go or sticking with your new job.”

He reaches around to the back of my head. “I’ve regretted letting you go every single fucking day, Chloe. I think about what I let slip through my fingers because of my own family bullshit. And I wish to God I hadn’t because I’m in love with you. I have been since the day we met.”

“You mean the day when we were being hunted by killers and had to save Zeno from his death?”

Bruno nods. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

“You lied. That was what crushed me the most. Your life was a shock but I would have been able to deal with it because…” My lips lift. “Because you and I justfit.”

“Fuck, yeah, we do,” he says in a husky voice, pulling me close. “We always did.”

“Is that really why you iced me out? Because I couldn’t handle your work?”

He shakes his head. “No. My dad threatened me. Told me if I didn’t get the idea of moving to California out of my head, he’d ship me back to Sicily. Permanently. He’s not the kind of guy to take no for an answer. But he’s not in control anymore. I am. And I know what I want.You.”

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