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

“Do I look like I need saving?” I hiss at her. The girl’s lips twist and she jumps up, taller than Heaven by about six inches.

“There’s no need to be so rude,” she snips, creeping toward Heaven, her arms folded against her chest. “But then again, if I was wearing that kind of getup out here, I’d be pretty crabby, too,” she says, pointing at Heaven’s sundress.

Okay, it’s not really so much a sundress as maybe a muumuu.

Heaven is extremely sensitive about her post-baby body. I don’t dare tell her that getting up in the middle of the night with Aisling doesn’t have to mean that both of them get a yummy snack.

For nine months, she had chocolate soft-serve ice cream with butterscotch sauce three times a day. It became a new food group for her, and I guess she hasn’t lost the taste for it.

And this girl literally just took her life in her own hands when she made that crack at Heaven’s wardrobe choice.

I’m kinda interested to see how far it goes before I need to step in.

Heaven gasps, recoiling with that drink still clutched in her hand. “Excuse me from trying to protect my brother-in-law from some almost-naked slut who can’t even keep her tits in her bathing suit top! I mean, there are children out here!” she yells, waving her hand around her. “And you are clearly a gold-digging whore!”

The girl swings out her hand, I guess in an attempt to slap Heaven.

That’s just stupid right there because what she doesn’t anticipate is Heaven grabbing her wrist and bending it back so hard, it’s on the brink of snapping.

That’s exactly what she does, too.

See? So not fucking normal.

My poor niece.

“Whoa,” I say, jumping up from the ledge of the pool. The girl is screaming bloody murder, and a few security guys are hurrying over.

I peel Heaven’s hand off of the girl’s wrist and she glares at me.

“I was in the middle of something, thank you very much!”

The girl clutches her wrist. “You’re a crazy fucking bitch!” she shrieks. But she hightails it away from us as quickly as she can.

I’m clearly not worth the potential for bodily harm.

Eh.

I’ve already got a girl.

She’s easy to please, too, and happy to be flailing around in the pool. She’s got no idea her mother just committed assault.

“Heaven, babe, you can’t just go around attacking people like that,” Matteo says.

“The fuck I can’t!” she bellows. “That skank called me fat! What was I supposed to do?”

“Is everything alright here, Mr. and Mrs. Villani?” One of the security guards asks as he approaches. “Looks like there was a bit of a commotion.”

I bite back a smirk. He knows all too well what the commotion was all about. Hell, I think everyone on staff knows that Heaven’s Irish temper rages even hotter when she’s on zero sleep, as is the case these days.

“Yes, everything is just fine, Jimmy. Thank you for checking,” she says with a smile, looking calmer than I’ve seen her look in months. It may be forced, but she’s doing a good job of convincing him to the point where he nods and gives her a little salute before retreating back to his post.

She lets out a deep sigh and sinks down next to Matteo and Aisling. She smiles and coos at her daughter, taking her into her arms and nuzzling her neck.

The mood swings. Fuck. I don’t know how Matty handles it.

Heaven is brutal, even when she’s running on a full night’s sleep.

And today was tame compared to most other days.

Matteo drops a kiss on the top of her head. “You aren’t fat. You’re perfect and gorgeous. Stop being so hard on yourself. You just need sleep. And maybe a couple of Valium.”

She snickers. “Thanks, babe. And yes, I do need to sleep, so badly. I feel like we’re really close this time, but I don’t want to jinx anything.”

“Really close to what?” I ask, lounging on the side of the pool with my sweaty glass in hand. The ice is all but gone, and I’ve had it for a grand total of a minute. God, this heat is unreal. I mean, it makes for some pretty nice views of the female guests, but other than that?

There’s no benefit.

But Heaven insists on staying. I think being so far away from New York City helps her deal with the fact that she’s still estranged from most of her family. Separating herself from them by about five hours makes it easier to deal with than living in the same zip code.

I rub the back of my neck with the cool glass. She doesn’t look to be in the mood to talk about her family right now, either. I seriously hope Matteo picks another time to loop her into the Conor shit show. I’m afraid assault might be the least of our concerns if she finds out Conor has been dicking around with the Russians.

“Really close to finding an au pair,” she says. “Didn’t Matteo tell you we’ve been interviewing for weeks?”

“He might have mentioned something,” I say, a shred of a memory of a conversation making the connection in my mind. “So, what, you hire this au pair thing, and you get to sleep?”

“Sleep and a whole lot more!” Heaven says, excitedly clapping her hands, making Aisling laugh.

“I’m down for the ‘whole lot more,’” Matteo says with a grin.