Page 83 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

She’s trying to make the best of the situation and she’s going to be her own downfall, just like I knew she would.

And I tell myself I don’t care.

I open the door and guide her through the building and out onto the main floor. I don’t have business here tonight. I know we can make a quick exit and then get home for part two.

And three, if she can handle it.

It’s a little quieter here with most of the lascivious activity taking place on the opposite end of the space. She gives a grimace, glancing up at the discreet bathroom sign.

“You were just there, back in the room.”

“I didn’t go.”

And fuck me, she blushes and I almost laugh. She had my cock down her throat, she let me finger fuck her naked in front of strangers, and now she’s blushing. Heaven is something of a wonder.

“Go, then, if you can’t hold it.”

A flash of fire lights up her eyes. “You aren’t the boss of me.”

“I very much am,” I say, sliding a hand along her throat. “I’ll show you when we’re home. And no, you won’t be molested in there.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’ll be back in a few.”

As Heaven disappears, I lean against the wall and pull out my phone, taking quick care of business that’s there. I frown at a message from Roman.

Shit. I’m not interested in answering whatever questions my brother has about the man looking to speak to me. I’ll take care of it when I’m good and ready.

“Matteo Villani,” a deep, accented voice says.

“Speak of the fucking devil.”

Jorge Dominguez stands in front of me, all five-foot-six of him. But what he lacks in height, he makes up for in brute force. As the head of his cartel, he single-handedly ensures that money is always lining his pockets, and that revenge is always served to those who deserve it.

What he’s doing here is pissing me off.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

I let my gaze slide over him, making no move to look at the bathroom door. “I told you to sit tight and wait for me. Don’t make the mistake of angering me, Dominguez.”

“You don’t tell me what to do.”

“Actually, if you want our deal to happen, then I do exactly that.” I keep my voice low, conversational.

Jorge smooths a beefy hand down the front of his dark gray suit that probably cost him five grand, although dressing to the nines doesn’t really add much appeal to the overall package. His dark hair is slicked back into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, his face pock-marked, scarred, and his body portly.

A faint scent of fried food wafts in the air around him, along with the scent of the mescal that he must drink all day long. But looks and smells aside, he’s got a shit ton of money, and that’s his claim to fame. He doesn’t need to look like a billion to have it stashed away, that’s for fucking sure.

“We have an arrangement?—”

“Yes,” I say, “we do. And you being here puts that in jeopardy.”

He laughs and licks his lips. “You got that hot piece with you. After seeing her in action, I want to change the terms.”

“There’s nothing to change,” I tell him, not straightening up, even though every muscle of my being is on high alert. He won’t do anything in here, and he wants things only I can deliver. But I don’t trust him. I’ll be fucking him over once everything is in place, done and dusted down the line.

After I get what I want.

“I think I want her now.” He smiles but it never reaches his eyes.

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