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

It’s that I feel completely disloyal for even thinking these crazy things about him, for letting myself feel anything for a man who may have had a hand in my brother’s death.

He’s got darkness in him. Sure, he uses humor and innuendo and that whole fun uncle façade to cover it up, but a person who suffers the same affliction can see right through the mask.

A person like me.

Because for a good portion of my life, I’ve been consumed by the murk with no hope for even a sliver of light to shine through.

So, no, it’s not me being stubborn.

It’s me resisting what I secretly want because it’s forbidden.

And wrong.

And deadly on so many levels.

For both of us.

Chapter Twelve

Dante

I can’t forget that kiss, dammit. No matter how hard I try to erase it from my memory, something about her keeps dragging me back in.

There are plenty of other things I could be doing right now.

Instead, I’m hanging all over her and my niece, and why?

Because I can’t accept the fact that she’s denying her feelings about the Bellagio kiss.

Okay, fine, I can’t accept that she’s denying me.

It shouldn’t matter. I don’t get tied up in relationship strings. I like living day to day and on the edge, not answering to anyone, chasing down targets, free as a fucking bird to come and go as I please.

And yet, here I still am.

How excited would Matteo be to know that this girl has me completely inside out right now, to the point where I’d consider hanging around here for longer?

We walk back into the apartment and Aisling is draped over Anya’s shoulder, her chubby arms hanging limply at her sides.

The kid is completely starched.

I watch as Anya rubs her back and cradles her as she walks into the nursery to lie her down for a nap. She peeks at me over her shoulder and grins at me before she disappears down the hall. Her ass swings gently from side to side, her leg muscles tightening with every step.

Christ, do I want them wrapped tight around me.

And of course, my balls tingle as a result of the X-rated images now wallpapering my mind.

She doesn’t realize that every time she lets me in a little bit, my cock gets more and more excited at the prospect of making her acquaintance.

But she’s the au fucking pair.

Off limits.

Besides, she’s young. Just a kid. I have no business being around her, with her, on top of her…

Argh!

I push back my hair and grab a beer from the refrigerator, using the granite countertop to pop off the top.

The cool liquid hits my lips and I guzzle it down, mainly to cool off what’s igniting deep inside of me.

My cell phone rings and I grab it out of my pocket, stabbing the Accept button.

“Patty,” I say. “What’s going on?”

“I just came from a meeting,” he says, his voice dropping. “And Conor dropped a bombshell on us. Are you ready?”

“When it comes to your fucknut brother, I’m never ready, so just give it to me.”

“He’s coming with us to Vegas. Says it’s time to make amends with Heaven, for the family, for my father, for everyone. He wants to meet his niece, says he’s wasted too much time being angry. He wants to unite our families once and for all.”

My jaw drops. “Shut the front door.”

“It’s fucking true, dude. I felt like my head was gonna spin off my body.”

“You think your dad or your aunt had something to do with it?”

“I don’t know. I mean, Niall and Quinn were always gonna come, but my dad is a stubborn sonofabitch when he wants to be. As much as he misses Heaven, he’ll never make the first move.”

“And forgive me for being a little suspicious of Conor suddenly wanting to be one big happy gangster family after he almost killed his sister.” I take another sip. “You sure he wasn’t high?”

Patrick chuckles. “No, I didn’t get a chance to check out the toxicity report before the meeting.”

“I’m just sayin’…” I shake my head. “Maybe when the shit with the Russians went bad and he fucked over Vigo, he decided he needed more muscle so he decided to use the christening as an excuse to connect.”

“I don’t know what the reason is, but he seems damn anxious to get out there.”

“He’s gotta be running from something. And the last thing we need is for whoever or whatever is chasing him to show up on our front door step.” Patrick and Conor aren’t on the best of terms, but it’s still his brother, so I opt against telling him that I will fuck Conor’s shit up permanently if he starts trouble out here. I don’t need his bad decisions chasing down my family.

My trigger finger itches and damn, I’d love to play target practice with Conor’s head.

“Well, listen, give Matteo a heads-up. He needs to be prepared for whatever this will become, you know?”

“Yes, I can’t wait to have that conversation since he’s so gracious and agreeable when it comes to shit with your family.” I roll my eyes. My brother has been on edge for the past months, knowing that the other shoe is about to drop.

And here we go.