Page 62 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“I look forward to the next round, Heaven.” I go to the door. “My guard, Gio, will be here to protect you.”

“Yup, him, the alarm, and the fifty locks should keep me safe.” Heaven pulls on the shorts and gets on the bed, flipping onto her side, leaning up on her elbow. Her hair falls over the bruised part of her face as she stares at me. Her feet rub together, her bright red toenails a stark contrast to her white skin.

Her feet are unexpectedly beautiful. Erotic. I could suck each toe, work my way up her body… And how the fuck does she manage to make an oversized shirt and shorts sexy?

Fuck, I have to get out of herenow.

“Call me if you need anything. There’s a burner in the drawer.” I nod to the nightstand closest to her. “The number is already programmed. It’s the only one you’ll need.”

“How lucky am I?” she says mockingly, clasping her hands together. “You’ve really thought of everything.I mean, exceptclothes.”

“Maybe that was on purpose.”

I pull the door closed and run down the stairs. I set the alarm and lock every entrance other than the front door before leaving. I have Gio standing guard, but it’s not enough, so I find my brother who’s in the living room.

“Ready?” he says.

“I need you to stay here and keep an eye on my reluctant fiancée. And that’s eye. Not hands. Be invisible but alert. I’m off to take care of today.”

I head outside to where Gio stands in front of the Escalade, and I clap him on the shoulder. “I’m going out for a little while.”

“You need a ride?” He pulls out the keys, but I shake my head, nodding toward my blacked-out Lamborghini Urus.

“Nah, I’m driving. You stay here. Keep your eyes on everything, Gio,” I give him a long look and he visibly shudders. “Roman will also be here.”

And I’m off. Heads will roll.

Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling into the parking lot in the basement of a building I own in the Meatpacking District. My blood boils violently as the vision of Heaven’s face flashes in front of my eyes.

I clench my fists around the steering wheel when I think about one of my own guys hurting her, disobeying a directive. It isn’t good for business to have my fiancée beaten up. It isn’t good for business to have these goons think they can color outside the lines.

After tonight, that’s not going to be a problem.

I have several ‘offices’ throughout lower Manhattan, but this is where I handle human resource-type issues, like beating the fuck out of a soldier who defied a direct order.

I straighten my coat once I get out of my car and pull open the door to the damp, dank concrete structure. This is where the ‘meat’ gets delivered. There are offices on the floors above, but I won’t need to visit them tonight.

A few minutes later, Alfie and Philly come shuffling into the room. They exchange a quick look, their shoulders relaxing when they see that I’m alone.

Mistake number one.

Never assume that because you aren’t greeted by an army that you’re going to escape unscathed.

“I’d like to go over the ambush on Patrick and Heaven Mulligan,” I say, my back stiff against the cold cinderblocks.

“Okay, boss,” Alfie says. He’s the more senior of the two, the one I expect the most from. “What do you wanna know?”

I push off from the wall, taking a few steps toward him. “I’d like you to repeat the instructions I gave you.”

He nods, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “You, uh, said to rough up Patrick. Nothing major, just enough to send a message. And we were supposed to attack when they didn’t expect it.”

“And what else?” I ask quietly.

He swallows, more sweat beading. “To, ah, to stay away from Heaven.”

I nod. “That’s right, Alfie. Pretty much on target.” I look at Philly. “Who’d you cover during that attack?”

“I was supposed to hold Heaven back,” he says, his eyes darting everywhere but at me.

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