Page 8 of Sinfully Savage Mafia

And to tell him I’m dead.

Blondie has face ID enabled so I unlock the phone and change the settings to make sure I don’t lock it again. I scroll through the texts before I find what I want.

My lips twist.

He’s not here tonight. He knew we were coming and didn’t want to take the risk that his operatives would fail, which at least one of them did.

He was smart but not smart enough since now I have a way to track him and his location.

I may have defied my father by coming here tonight but I just bought us an insurance policy that’s gonna save everything.

I grab my phone and dial Dante’s number. When I hear his voice in my ear, I let out a relieved breath. “Thank fuck.”

“Thank fuck, my ass. Who the hell could stand a chance against me?”

“The woman I just killed might’ve had a partner.”

“You mean the one who dragged you away from the dice table?” He pauses. “Yeah, I guess I’ve got a target on my head, too, ‘cause here comes trouble in a fucking hot ass dress.”

I let out a groan. “Get the hell out of there. I’ll meet you at the car.”

A few minutes later, I jump into the front seat of my blacked out Escalade and turn on the ignition. Dante runs up a minute later, opens the passenger side door, and gets in. After a quick look in my mirrors, I stomp on the gas. Tires squeal along the pavement and in seconds, we’re lost in traffic.

“Roman just called. Said people are starting to ask questions about where you are. It’s your party, your business. You need to get your ass over there before someone finds out you’re not actually holed up in your office.” Dante spins his gun around his index finger. “Won’t take people long to figure out you were on Salvo’s ass. Everyone knows he’s in town this week.”

“I know exactly where he is and what his plans are.”

“How? Did you fuck the bitch into submission before killing her?”

“Better. I got her phone. Someone should have deleted her messages.”

“He’s gonna find out she’s dead soon enough. How long do you think you’ll have access to him by using that phone?”

“I already have what I need. It’s gonna save my ass, Papa’s ass, and our businesses.”

I pull my truck into the back parking lot outside the building I rented for this popup sex party. I’m testing out a new business idea and from the looks of the cars lining the streets around it, the test is proving to go well.

Look like we’re gonna be expanding the family businesses all around.

We sneak into the back door with my key and hurry into my office. Roman is already there.

“Please tell me you didn’t fuck us by going there tonight.”

“I think he definitely fucked someone,” Dante quips. “But not us.”

“I didn’t fuck anyone.” I pull the cell phone out of my pocket and thrust it at Dante. “Guard this with your life, or it’ll be ours in the shitter.”

Dante slips it into his pocket and reclines in my chair.

Roman’s eyebrows knit together. “Matty, one of the door girls just called and said a few guys just showed up asking for you. Sergio and I checked them out. They’re in Salvo’s crew. If you go out there, it could be very fucking bad.”

“I need to be here because it’s the only alibi I have.” I push past Roman. “I can’t run and hide because his dickhead crew is here looking for me. If they want me, they’re gonna get me.”

“At least let us follow them around a little while. I can always arrange for them to be distracted.” Dante gets up from my chair and walks over to us. He claps Roman on the back. “Let’s go find them.”

I roll my eyes, push past my brothers, and open my office door. “Fuck that. I’m not hiding from anyone.”

“The hell you’re not.” My other brother Sergio glares at me with his light blue eyes. “There’s no way you’re going out there right now. You’re the underboss of our family. If Salvo’s guys here, it’s because they want to send a message, just like you did when you went to his place tonight. If this party gets blown to shit, we can all kiss our asses goodbye.”

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