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

My feet pound against the snow as I drag myself closer and closer to the boat, my fingertips frozen to the point that I’m not sure I can even press the numbers into the security keypad. My breath freezes as it hits the air, my teeth chattering like I’ve been plunged naked into a pool of ice cubes.

I reach out to hit the buttons, the boat bobbing on the water, and I’m suddenly thrust into the backseat of a blacked-out Ford Expedition.

Maks’s truck.

Pulsating electronica fills my ears through my earbuds, my eyes drooping closed as I sprawl out on the leather. “Did you really need me to come with you? You could have just brought the ice cream home, you know,” I grumble, scrubbing a hand down the front of my face. I’m exhausted from doing a job the night before in a town upstate, and all I really want to do right now is burrow under my covers and sleep.

“Relax,” Maks says. “This won’t take long. Don’t be such a bitch.”

I feel the car turn right and the cool, salty air billowing through my hair tells me we’re at the pier.

“Fine,” I huff. My stomach growls and I rub a hand over it. It’s officially rebelling against me. I guess some ice cream would be good after all. “You need me to come with?” I ask with a loud yawn once the truck comes to a stop. “I’m fresh off a killing spree, so I’m still a little jacked up.”

He snickers. “Thanks, but I’ve got it. I don’t need my baby sister backing me up.”

I sigh, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Suit yourself. Don’t say I never offered.” I’d do anything for my brother and he knows it. He and my uncle are all I have left.

He opens the door and hops out of the truck, leaving me with my thoughts.

Most of the time, I can deal with our shitty circumstances. I mean, we’re still alive, so that’s a big bonus. A few years ago, I didn’t think we’d survive for this long. But thankfully, our Uncle Boris had taken us in after we fled from our home. He brought us here to the States and gave Maks a job working on his crew.

I was too young and inexperienced, though, so he trained me. Turned me into his own personal weapon. Years later, I’m more lethal than my brother.

Uncle Boris never misses an opportunity to warn us that word travels fast, and the same people who killed Mama and Papa are still hunting for us. So most of the time, I keep my head down, flying under the radar and doing my work for that asshole bratva boss Volkov, hoping that one day, I can finally look up and see the light at the end of this dismal and dark tunnel.