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

But this job is a way for him to build himself back up in the eyes of the bratva, and I’m going to do my part to help him regain his status.

Because as far as I’m concerned, anyone who had a single thing to do with Maks’s murder should and will be punished.

Viciously.

And for as gorgeous as this guy is, he is the enemy. Hell, they all are.

So I ignore the tingling in my hand when his skin brushes against mine.

I forget how it felt sliding against my ass, how his fingers drove me over the edge the night before at Velvet Lounge.

Instead, I remember my brother and what we had before it was broken.

He was my only real family.

Uncle Boris plays his part and watches out for me, but I’m not stupid. I know I’m a means to an end for him. He’ll use me to get what he wants and I’m not naïve enough to believe he thinks of me as the daughter he never had.

He’s self-serving and dark as hell. And yeah, he may have taken us in after we fled the Ukraine, but he worked us both damn hard to keep himself on top.

It wasn’t enough.

Because he always fell prey to his own inner demons of greed and rage.

But right now, I can’t think about Uncle Boris and his battles with the bratva. I need to be the most convincing and charming girl possible so that I can get him whatever we need for his ‘contact’.

I keep my smile plastered across my face as Heaven fires off her ideas about the position, half-listening as I run through scenarios in my mind.

But confusion clouds my mind.

My objective is clear — help my uncle close the deal with his elusive ‘contact’ so that these Villani people suffer the way we have. I understand why I’m here and what I need to do to avenge my brother’s murder.

But what escapes me is the part Dante plays with the bratva…as a hit man.

Because I’m damn sure he was there to kill Vigo last night.

The pieces of this very seedy puzzle are so jagged, I don’t know how they’ll ever fit together.

The Villanis obviously had dealings with Vigo Kosolov. That’s why Dante showed up at Tatiana. He told me as much. But what was he after? Was it really just a debt he wanted to collect?

Or something else?

And how does this ‘contact’ fit in? Why is he after the Villanis?

My job isn’t to ask questions, as my uncle never misses an opportunity to point out. But these thoughts continue to gnaw at my brain, mainly because I feel like some damn big details are missing from this very sketchy picture.

“Anya?”

I blink fast. “Yes.”

Heaven grins at me. “I asked if you’d like to hold the baby.”

“Of course! She is so precious!” I say with as much enthusiasm as I can muster, even though I want to lash out at every one of these people to find out what they know about the murder. I take Aisling’s squirming little body, hugging her tight against me. I have to make a good showing.

I have to find out the truth about my brother’s murder.

And these people are going to lead me straight to it.

Hatred for everyone who is responsible for yanking away all that was good in my life bubbles to the surface as I bounce Aisling and watch her family stare at her with adoration.

Family.

It’s something I miss every day.

Something I’ll never know again.

A pang assaults my heart as a lump forms in the back of my throat.

They shouldn’t be happy, not with the things they do, not with the lives they’ve most certainly taken and ruined.

And yet, while these toxic thoughts run through my mind, I still manage to get Aisling smiling and laughing, and her mother is looking at me like I’m the second coming of Christ right now.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dante eyeing at me with a question in his gaze.

“Oh my God, she is so great with you!” Heaven exclaims. “How soon can you start?” she asks excitedly.

“Right now!” I say with forced enthusiasm.

“Fantastic!” Heaven says. “Your references were so impressive, and the service absolutely raved about you!”

“Heaven,” Matteo, her husband, says, standing up from his spot next to the pool. “Let’s take a little walk, okay?”

Heaven gives Aisling a kiss on the cheek, babbling about details that I only half-hear. My eyes are on Matteo and he is staring at me. Hard. Not in the ‘I’d love to fuck you’ way, but in the ‘I’m very suspicious of you’ way.

I swallow hard and give them a little wave. “Take your time! We’ll just be getting acquainted out here!” I say in a cheerful voice.

“Dante, behave yourself,” Heaven calls over to him with a threatening look on her face. Matteo grabs her arm and pulls her inside of the hotel before she can utter another warning. I don’t bother to bite back the grin on my face when I walk over to him and sit down on the pool ledge. I kick off my sandals and step into the cool water, positioning Aisling on my lap.

“So,” Dante says, sitting back on his hands. His smooth, bronze skin glistens in the sun and I fight the urge to drag my tongue over his pecs.

I simultaneously fight the temptation to close my hand around his throat until he tells me what the fuck he was doing at Tatiana and what he knows about my brother.