Savage Sinner: An Enemies To Lovers Russian - Italian Dark Mafia Romance (Sinfully Savage Mafia)

“You’d better grab hold of that goddamn lead before you get on the plane. We need to know what we’re up against. That’s why I sent you in, Dante. I didn’t send Roman, I didn’t send Sergio. I sent you because you’re the best at what you do. Please don’t fuck with my perception of you.”

“Look, this is a sensitive job, Matty. That’s why you wanted me to handle things. I could set fire to the whole fucking place, but that wouldn’t get us any closer to the truth. We found out Conor owed a debt. That’s it. I don’t have the details, though. Vigo’s vocal cords were, ah, a little bit compromised, you know what I’m saying?”

Matteo lets out a snort. “Great, so what the hell do we do now? If someone did that hit, they might have been trying to set it up so Conor takes the fall. Then we’re all up shit creek.”

“Look, Patty is gonna be watching closely and he’ll let us know if anything points in our direction.”

“I don’t like this, Dante. What in the fuck would Conor be doing with the Russians? Because I seriously doubt it was just a gambling debt that degenerate owed them.”

I scrub a hand down the front of my face. “I don’t know. But let’s face it. He’s too much of an idiot to carry out that kind of a hit on his own.”

“What are you thinking?”

I sigh, leaning my head back against the wall. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not usually the guy who comes up with the theories about ‘who’ or ‘why’. I just carry out the ‘what’ and ‘where’ parts of the plan, you know?”

“I know, thinking isn’t your forte.” Matteo’s dry laugh makes me cringe.

“Fuck off,” I grumble. “I just don’t have enough information, and since you need me back in Vegas, I don’t have time to pull it all together.

“So you don’t think you should high-tail it to Hell’s Kitchen, find Conor, and put him through a little rat torture to get him talking?”

“As satisfying as it would be to make the cocksucker suffer like that, I think we pull back on the reins a little bit.” I shake my head. “And by the way, you don’t sound like a boss right now. You sound like a guy who wants to make his wife’s enemy suffer.”

“He is a common enemy, as much to us as he is to her,” Matteo grunts. “And he should fucking suffer. Him, his father, and his other schmuck brothers.”

“Easy, bro. “You know Niall and Quinn can’t do anything in their positions. They aren’t gonna stage a coup or anything. They’re being led around by their dicks because they have no other choice.”

“Patty did,” he says darkly.

“Patty is a different guy. Plus, we both know he’s not gonna do anything to get his pretty face smashed in. So, right now, we watch and wait. I guarantee it won’t be long before Conor pulls something and I’ll be all over him like fucking flies on roadkill.”

“You’d better be right,” Matteo says. “If anything happens to Heaven and Aisling—”

“Nothing will.” My jaw tightens. “That’s why you have me.” And as I say the words, I know it’s only going to be that much harder to tell him I’m moving on after we handle this business with Conor. I need my life back — outside of Sin City.

And not just because I’m perpetually on the run from my own demons.

Killing is what I’m good at, the only thing I’m really good at, for that matter.

I don’t allow myself to ever get comfortable in one place.

Not anymore…

Matteo is silent for a second. I know he wants to tear Conor apart with his bare hands. I don’t blame him. But if we want to see the bigger picture, we need to keep him alive.

For now, at least.

His time will come.

Fuckers like Conor always go down in flames because they can’t see past their own noses.

And if we’re talking about noses, Conor is the type to do more snorting than looking, anyway.

“Okay,” he finally says. “We’ll do it your way.”

“Good. Now take the rest of the night off, have few drinks, and fuck your wife. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Fuck my wife. That’s a good one. Sure, I’ll see if I can slip something in while the baby sleeps for like an hour. Christ, we need this au pair so badly.”

“Oh pair of what?” I furrow my brow.

“Not ‘oh pair’, dipshit. An au pair, you know, like a nanny.” He groans. “Maybe then I can have sex again.”

“So you’re not getting any.” I smirk. “Makes sense why you’re wound tighter than usual.”

“Screw you, Dante.”

“Yeah, see, I’m not the one having an issue with that.”

“I’m flipping you off right now,” Matteo says with a loud yawn.

“Okay, so you go to bed and not fuck your wife. I’ll wrap things up here.” Speaking of wrapping things up, where in the fuck is my killer kiss?

“See you tomorrow. Safe flight. I had one of my guys drop off your car in short-term parking at the airport.”

“Good,” I reply. Matteo doesn’t know it yet, but I’ve got a side job to handle once I get back to Vegas, the first one I’ve taken in months. And an Uber won’t give me the fast getaway that I’ll need.

Soon enough, I’ll get instructions for the hit and I’ll finally be able to scratch the damn itch that’s been plaguing me for months.