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

“Are you going to tell me about this grand plan?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not yet. I need to work out a few last details. And Vigo…” His lips curl upward into a menacing smirk.

“What about him?” I ask.

“Before we move forward with the arrangement, you’re going to clear a path for us using your very special talents.”

I rub my hands together, a smile spreading across my face. “Does that mean what I hope it means, Uncle?”

He gives a quick nod. “You will handle Vigo for us.”

“But what will Ivan Volkov say? He’s never going to be okay with anyone taking out his number one.”

“Fuck him,” Uncle Boris grunts, bristling as he continues to stitch the wound. “If Volkov wants his cut of what I’m gonna offer, he’ll have no choice but to deal with it. It’s time for me to take over as Ivan’s fucking golden boy. And you’re gonna help me do it.”

Chapter Three

Anya

Two Weeks Later

“Enough of the Little Miss Innocent bullshit, sweetheart. This dick ain’t gonna suck itself.”

I force a smile, even though I’m practically choking on bile at the thought.

Still, my disguise is perfect.

He has no clue who I really am.

Vigo Kosolov reaches out and grabs one of my boobs, which is dangerously close to the neckline of my low-cut dress. I level him with a stare as he fondles it with the grasp of a man who never bothered to learn how to properly pleasure a woman.

Well, fuck him.

Looks like I’m about to do the entire female population a favor.

But there’s no way on this fucking planet that I’m serving him.

Vigo is absolutely one of the most vile men I’ve ever encountered. He sticks his dick into anything with legs, and preferably only those below the age of twenty. He takes advantage of young girls, addicts them to drugs, and then pimps them out for cash…cash he can pump into his underground casino. The illicit business he’s built in Brooklyn has made him wads of money.

It's why the big boss, Ivan Volkov, keeps him in power.

And I’m so excited to finally knock him off this throne.

I grit my teeth, the tense conversation I had with my uncle a couple of weeks ago looping through my mind. We’d just gotten home from that standoff with Vigo, and all of the memories of that horrific night had bubbled to the surface again, threatening to spew out at any given second.

The night my brother died.

The night he was murdered.

I tuck a strand of dark brown hair behind my ear, gripping his legs and pushing them open in a way that has him frothing at the mouth. He has no idea who I am under the wig, the makeup, and the clothes.

He will soon enough.

Before the light goes out in his eyes, I want him to know who’s responsible.

I inch closer to his stubby cock, which is barely hard since he’s high as a kite on drugs…drugs that don’t belong to him.

Drugs he stole.

Drugs he’s been stealing for a while.

The bastard is selling them, too, and skimming the profits. And Volkov has no idea he’s being robbed blind.

But the big reason why I’m here tonight isn’t to make him pay for screwing over his boss and the bratva.

It’s to make sure my uncle has a clear path to execute his master plan, the details of which are still under lock and key. I have to trust that he will tell me everything I need to know when the time comes. Blind faith sucks, but it’s all I have right now.

The first part of the plan…my part…is to make sure Vigo gets what’s coming to him, that the slimy, thieving bastard is exterminated.

Permanently.

And I’m perfectly positioned to slaughter.

I run my fingernails down the front of his beefy chest, trying not to gag as he thrusts his hips toward me. A quick glance confirms that my lips will not come anywhere near that shriveled up, old ass dick.

My knife, on the other hand, will definitely make an impact.

Talk about him getting the biggest possible bang for his buck.

Ha! Pun so intended.

I posed as a hooker to get in here since I can’t take a chance that someone will recognize my face. This hits way too close to home, and if I’m spotted, it will bring hellfire to my doorstep.

I’ve already lost too much.

I won’t risk my uncle’s life.

And I also can’t take a chance of being outed.

“Suck it, bitch. I don’t got all night to play cat and mouse with you.”

“Oh yeah?” I say in a sultry voice, sliding closer. “What else do you have to do tonight? I thought for sure you’d only be doing me.”

I knew just where to go and how to dress to make sure he picked me out of the crowd of girls just waiting for a chance to get fingered by the legendary Russian gangster.

They don’t realize I’m about to do them a huge favor.

“You’re a hot piece of ass, but I got business to take care of,” he grunts, grabbing me by the back of my head and forcing my face between his thighs.

I yelp at the sudden force, and a flutter of panic explodes in my belly when I realize my wig has slipped from its pinned position and is now hanging off the side of my head.

Dammit.

I wasn’t planning to do this just yet, but…oh well.

Plans change.