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

“He’s got some beef with the Villani family. Said they have information he can use to get access to their territories in Manhattan for more pipelines, but he can’t get to it himself. So that’s where you come in. He needs someone to gain their trust and get close enough to get this information for him. You proved yourself to him last night with the hit on Vigo. He was pleased.”

“What kind of information am I going to be looking for?” I ask, furrowing my brow. “Like a contract or something?”

“Enough with the questions!” Uncle Boris thunders. “Get the fucking job first!”

“So I’m going to spy on this family and gain their trust under false pretenses for a guy I don’t know at all.”

A faint smile lifts Boris’s lips. “Yes. Exactly. I need them to trust you, to give you access to private areas he can’t access.”

“So you think I’ll find incriminating evidence in the nursery?” I snap sarcastically.

“As an au pair, you will be living with them, and as the caretaker of their baby, you will be left alone to investigate certain areas. You will learn their habits, listen to their conversations. There are several brothers who are in business together, and I am sure you will meet them all. Keep an ear to the ground.”

“And what exactly am I listening for?” I ask, still flabbergasted that my life is morphing into The Nanny Diaries. I still don’t understand how this is going to help with Volkov. What does he want with them, anyway?”

“For the last fucking time, I will let you know everything you need once you get the job!”

“One last thing, just in case it comes up,” I say, pressing my luck. Uncle Boris’s face is beet-red right now, but I need to ask. “How did I even get into the running for this job? You know, since I never actually submitted a resume.”

“It’s amazing what you can do when you have eyes and ears on everything,” he says curtly. “I took care of everything through my contact. He had inside knowledge of their au pair needs and was able to slot you in as a candidate. I emailed you what you need to prep. You’re a student who wants to enroll at UNLV next year. You took time off between high school and college to make some extra money to pay for school.”

“And I study…?”

“International business.” He lifts an eyebrow. “Because you’re bilingual.”

“Fabulous.” I roll my eyes. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

“Just read the email. It’s all in there. You’re safer not knowing too much.”

“Yes, I can definitely see how my complete and utter ignorance will work much more in my favor,” I say with a roll of my eyes.

“Call me when you have the job,” my uncle says in a tight voice.

“Yeah, if I get the job,” I mutter, clicking to end the call. I toss the phone onto the mattress, cover my eyes, and let out a loud groan.

Okay, so I have an hour to figure out how to take care of a baby and manage to not get reported to Child Protective Services as an imposter nanny.

Or au pair.

Or what the fuck ever!

I clutch the comforter in my fists.

And I will figure it out…because whoever these people are, they’re about to experience some damn severe retribution.

Chapter Ten

Dante

“So then, I tiptoed into the room, went up behind the chair he was sitting in, and slit his throat from ear to ear!” I say in an exaggerated sing-song voice. “And a-boom! He was dead!”

Aisling’s bright blue eyes light up as she giggles, her arms and legs flailing as if I’ve just told her the most amazing story she’s ever heard. I keep my best assassin tales stored up just for her. Her plump little body shakes with laughter when I give her belly a little motorboat action.

Yes, I’m a great fucking uncle.

We’re outside on the pool deck at my family’s hotel, the Excelsior, and even though I’m all set up in the shade, the heat is so excruciating, I need to jump into the water every five minutes to make sure neither one of us dies of heat stroke.

I scoop Aisling into my arms and walk over to the ledge of the pool, making sure her sunhat is securely fastened under her chin and that she’s slathered with sunblock.

Heaven and Matteo will skewer me if the kid shows up with a hint of pink on her skin.

I position her in my lap, very aware of several pairs of female eyes on me bouncing Aisling on my knee as she splashes and babbles. In my periphery, I can see them smiling and whispering, but I have zero interest in engaging with any of them. My mind is on one girl only…the one I just left, the one currently slumming it at the Bellagio for the foreseeable future.

Anya.

What a sexy fucking name.

That kiss has had my dick in a twist for the past couple of hours since my visit with the now-late Miguel Rivas, and I’ve been trying to come up with scenarios where I can experience it again without looking like a total stalker.

The other thing nagging at me is the connection I felt. It’s something I can’t explain…just a feeling, really…like I’ve met her before.

She makes me think of Red Death…Dress…from last night, and I can’t for the life of me figure out why.