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

“The girl I’ve been with for the past hour is really terrific. I think she’s a fantastic choice and I brought her up here because I want you to meet her, too. And of course, Aisling needs to meet her,” she says to Matteo.

I crane my neck. “I don’t see anyone. What happened? She get lost or something? Maybe your au pair needs an au pair herself,” I crack.

Heaven rolls her eyes. “She needed to use the ladies’ room. I talked her ear off and walked her all over the hotel for the past hour.”

“Whatever you need to get you back to normal,” I say with a playful smirk as Heaven flips me off. “Real nice mothering, by the way.”

Heaven jumps up and waves her hands in the air. “Anya! We’re over here!”

Cue the record scratch sound effect.

My eyes travel in the direction Heaven is standing and I feel my chest tighten. I’m suddenly pulled into one of those movie sequences where the sexy-as-fuck girl walks toward her destination in slow motion while every other person stares with their mouths open, her hair flowing behind her, her hips swinging in the most seductive way imaginable.

Anya…the au pair?

No fucking way.

This can’t be the same girl I drove to the Bellagio.

She was hot, but this version?

Jesus. She’s transformed herself into the exact type of nanny you don’t want around your husband.

Long, lean legs that were covered by yoga pants are now on full display under a little sundress, probably not the most nanny-ish thing to wear to an interview, but I’m not complaining. Neither is any other man drooling over the sight of her. And the messy ponytail from the airport has been replaced with loose, sexy waves that cascade down her back.

To my brother’s credit, he just hands Heaven the baby, nods stiffly, and shakes Anya’s hand when Heaven makes the introductions.

Heaven is a definite stunner, but Matty would have to be dead to not notice the girl in front of him.

“Here is our little pumpkin, Aisling,” Heaven says, snuggling the baby close as Anya tickles her under the chin, a big, bright smile on her face.

Interesting.

She’s got no patience for old ladies, but bring on the babies?

Anya definitely didn’t strike me as the ‘mommy’s helper’ type.

I could see her more suited to the ‘daddy’s fluffer’ category.

“And this is my brother-in-law, Dante,” Heaven says to Anya, waving her hand toward me.

I watch as recognition seeps into her features, her cheeks a little more pink than they were a few seconds ago. I sweep my eyes over her, from the polished red toenails to the hint of boob peeking out from the neckline of her dress, my lips lifting as she forces a smile at me.

“Nice to see you…again,” she says in a tight voice.

I can tell she’s wondering whether or not I’m going to tell my brother and sister-in-law that I had my tongue down her throat less than two hours ago.

Not.

Heaven wouldn’t be thrilled to know that her au pair’s hands were all over me earlier.

I’m not stupid.

I want her to get this job.

My cock aches for her to get this job.

So fucking hard.

Forget Brooklyn Red Dress-slash-Death.

This has nothing to do with loose ends needing tying.

This has to do with pure, unadulterated lust.

And, damn, it’s choking me right now like a noose wrapped tight around my neck.

I can deal with a little caregiving myself.

I just hope Aisling is a good sharer.

Chapter Eleven

Anya

Oh my God.

Those pecs look more delicious than I ever imagined…and I want to taste.

I stretch out my hand to shake his, making a concerted effort to not sweep my tongue over my lips as I drink in the inferno that evidently is Dante Villani.

He grasps it with a knowing smirk, not at all acknowledging the fact that we were devouring each other outside of the Bellagio a little while ago.

I suddenly stiffen, pulling back my hand like it’s just been singed, electricity crackling in the air between us.

Once the thick cloud of desire lifts, the realization smacks me across the face.

Hard enough to leave a mark.

He’s one of them.

And little do they all know, my job isn’t to be the perfect nanny.

It’s to take down the people who were involved with Maks’s murder.

More specifically, them.

And nobody, not even Mr. Dark, Dirty, and Delicious, is going to derail me from my objective.

I plaster a bright smile on my face.

I will get this job.

I will make these people love me.

And then I will destroy them.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I say, keeping my voice as even as possible. Interesting. He’s not going to out me.

Which means he wants me to get this job.

A smile plays at my lips.

Pretty but so ignorant.

He has no idea what I will do to anyone who had a hand in my brother’s murder.

And this job is only the beginning.

I wish my uncle had given me the whole story when we spoke earlier. He was evasive about a lot of the details and it pisses me off to no end when he hides things. It’s like he doesn’t trust me, and after everything I’ve done for him over the years, all of the jobs I’ve completed, he should treat me like an equal and not like one of his freaking soldiers.