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

Just a few more steps…

Almost there…

I can almost feel the wooden planks of the dock rattling beneath my feet.

“Maks,” I rasp, keeping my eyes forward. I squint into the darkness, the moon being our only source of light. “We’re close. So close! Please God…please God, let us make it before—”

My throat tightens, panic bubbling in my chest as I reach the gate and stab in the security code. Then I do the things my brother warned me not to do.

I look.

And then I scream.

“Mama, you look so beautiful,” I say, fingering her long blonde curls. “Your hair glows like a halo.”

“That’s because she’s an angel,” Papa says, surprising us by appearing in the doorway to the kitchen. He grabs Mama by the waist and spins her around as she gasps. A breathless giggle escapes her deep red lips as Papa twirls her around the table. Her light blue dress fans out around her, her cheeks bright pink from the impromptu dance.

Mama gives Papa a playful slap. “If you want this feast to be ready on time, you’d better find yourself another dance partner.”

Papa’s blue eyes twinkle and he holds out a hand to me as Mama fusses over the meal she’s preparing.

“It’s been hours,” I say to her in a teasing voice. “Isn’t it done yet?”

Mama gives me a sharp look, her lips parting to speak the word burned into my memory.

“No!”

A flash of red floods my vision as the tears freeze and crackle on my skin.

It was only supposed to be a friendly business dinner.

“No!”

One swing of the machete took Mama’s life.

The second one killed Papa.

“No!”

I never saw it coming.

“I’ll always make sure you’re safe, Anya…”

“Don’t ever look back, Anya…”

“They will kill you, too, Anya…”

My head swarms with terrifying thoughts and images I will never be able to erase from my memory.

Mama and Papa trusted them, invited them into our home.

And they took everything from us that night.

“What’s happening down there?” I whisper to my older brother Maks in the darkness of his bedroom. Dishes smash against walls, gunshots explode into the air, piercing screams shattering me to my core. “We need to get Mama and Papa!”

“It’s too late,” he says in a tight voice. “For them.”

He knew this would happen.

He was ready for them.

I pull my arm out of his tight grip. “No, it’s not! We have to help them!”

He grabs me by the shirt, his eyes blazing with rage. “Mama and Papa are gone. And if you don’t want to end up like them, you need to do as I say!”