Page 69 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

“The hell I’m not.” I push open my door and get out. Matteo follows and grabs my wrist before I make a break for the black steel door. “Let go.”

“I’m going with you, Heaven. That’s the only way you go inside this building.”

Before I can twist away, he wraps an arm around my waist, dragging me flush against him. “Don’t test me,amore mio.”

Fire flares in his gaze and it ignites one within me, too. One that threatens to turn into an inferno. Every single nerve in my body lights up.

Oh Christ, this man is hot. I despise him, but he’d melt a saint down into sin. I want to press up into him, wrap around him, rub against the hard-on that I’ll bet is forming. I want to taste his mouth once more. I want to take out all my anger and frustrations on him, dive deep into him from some kind of animalistic need for sex.

I’ve gone and lost my mind.

Then his grip loosens and a shield slams down in front of his blue eyes.

He releases me and I almost stumble. I lift my head and glare, not sure who I’m more furious at right now.

“I don’t trust your brother. We go in together.”

He’s about to say something else when his phone rings. Matteo speaks a few terse words in Italian that tell me he’s less than pleased with the person on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I forgot about our meeting,” he mutters, switching to English. “I got caught up with something else. No, I haven’t forgotten about our arrangement.”

I take the opportunity to stalk off. I pull open the door and head straight for the office my brother keeps at the other end of the hallway.

I scrunch up my nose. The place reeks of sex, weed, and cigarette smoke. Super classy digs for an aspiring mob boss. My heels click along the scuffed floor. My skin crawls as deep voices hit my ears, growing louder with each step. Then, I hear a female squeal and my throat tightens.

Oh, fuck. Please don’t let me walk into a goddamn sex fest.

My stomach churns at the thought. I straighten my shoulders and knock, then throw open the door.

“What the fuck, Heaven?” Conor yells as a naked girl rides him. She gasps and twists in my direction, clutching her breasts, despite the fact that two of my brother’s dipshit guys are smoking in the corner.

And Conor just grabs the girl’s hips, driving up into her.

I fold my arms, glaring at him.

“Get rid of the bitch now. We have something to discuss.”

He lets go of the woman’s hips and takes a long drag off a joint. He drops it into the ashtray to his right before giving her a loud smack on the ass. She practically falls off of him, he hits her so hard.

I shoot a pointed look at the other guys, Maze and Dax. “You, too! Out, now!”

Conor gets up, pulling on his jeans. He walks around the back of his desk and takes a swig from a near-empty whiskey bottle. “Where do you get off giving my guys orders?”

“Please, let’s not talk about getting off, okay?” I say. “That image is permanently branded into my memory for-fucking-ever.”

He flashes a nasty grin. “You can use it for your own personal highlight reel. You’re welcome.”

“You disgust me. And it’s not even eleven a.m.”

“Like I answer to you.” He looks me up and down, hate bright in his eyes. “What the hell are you doing outside your ivory tower, anyway? I thought that was the deal. You stick by the side of the Italian until you get hitched and officially hand over the reins tome.”

“In your dreams, that’s the deal. I’m doing this to save your worthless ass. But I’m still an underboss, and one who takes her job more seriously than you.” I swallow hard, clenching my fists so my hands don’t shake. “Tell me, Conor. Did you really think you were going to get away with it? Screwing with the books like you did? Making it easy for you to skim from the top since nobody is watching anymore, right?”

His bloodshot eyes narrow and he grabs the joint and takes another deep drag. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re even talking about.”

“Really? So, it’s just coincidence that in the week and a half I’ve been out of the game, you’ve given the order to completely change the bookkeeping for our businesses? Get off it. You were hoping my new role would keep me out of your hair, so you jumped on the opportunity as soon as I left. You figured nobody would finger you, right? And that you’d be able to steal from your own fucking family? At some point Dad would notice. You’re lucky it’s me and not him.”

“He won’t notice.”

“You think I won’t tell him?”

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