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

More specifically, plans go up in fucking smoke with the snap of a finger, just like everything else that’s good and perfect.

And just like that, realization seeps into his pock-marked face.

“Anya,” he growls, clutching the armrests and pushing his body to an upright position. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here? Did your fucking pathetic uncle send you here?” He reaches out and grabs me by the throat. “Or are you just hard up for cash, because nobody wants to work with either of you?” He pulls me closer, hissing right into my face. “You know your uncle is a fucking has-been. It’s just a matter of time before someone drives an ice pick into his heart and tosses his ancient body into the New York Harbor. If you need money, I can take care of you. I got a lot of clients who’d pay plenty for a taste of that pussy if you wanna work for me. It's the only way for you to get anywhere in this life,” he grunts, grabbing my boob and squeezing it hard.

Okay, really? Is he trying to milk a goddamn cow right now?

I force a seductive smile, ignoring the fact that he’s got his grubby hands on me. He’ll never get a chance to put them in me, that’s for damn sure.

“Tell me about how you can take care of me,” I murmur, fluttering my eyelashes at him. “How much can I make?”

He chuckles. “Depends. How tight is that pussy?”

I avert my eyes, trying like hell to appear demure when really I want to hurl all over him.

He lets the wig fall to the floor and grips the back of my head, pulling me toward him. “You a virgin?” he hisses.

“Y-yes!” I yelp as he fists my real hair harder.

Another sinister laugh escapes from his lips. “Well, then, I’m gonna have to give it a test run to make sure you know what you’re doing. I can’t charge top dollar for a bitch who doesn’t know how to fuck.”

The knife strapped to my upper thigh is pressed tight against my skin, my fingers itching to grab it and plunge it into his chest.

But first…

“I can do whatever you want.”

“Oh yeah,” he mutters. “You fucking will. Now start by taking my cock in your mouth, or I’ll kill you and your uncle!” When he swings the palm of his hand against the side of my face, I lose my balance, cursing myself for not seeing that coming. The side of my face is on fire from where one of his ridiculously gaudy rings catches on my cheekbone.

Oh, he did not just do that!

I grit my teeth and he smiles, his yellowed, gapped teeth flashing in the dim light of the room we’re in.

“How does it work?” I gasp in a desperate voice, ignoring that he just bitch-slapped me. “You’re right! We’re broke! Vigo, please, I really need the money, so what would I have to do?”

Vigo’s smile widens. “I like a girl who’s hopeless. Makes me wanna do things to her, things no decent woman would ever allow, but because she needs me to save her, she’ll let me. Just thinking about it makes my dick drip.” He snickers. “Maybe I’ll invite your pathetic uncle to come and watch me fuck his niece. Just knowing you came to me because he couldn’t get you what you need…I fucking love it.”

Uncle Boris is a lot of things, but he saved my brother and me from our own personal hell. Yeah, my life here in Brooklyn is far from glamorous, but it’s better than being dead.

Most days, anyway.

There are always exceptions.

Like the day I have to swallow a cock like Vigo’s.

“He is over, Anya. The Italians fucked him over and humiliated him. Volkov almost had him killed after starting shit with the Villanis over your brother. And I know he’s suffering because he doesn’t have a pot to piss in now. He’s hurting and he’s taking you down in flames with him.” Vigo settles back against the chair. “But I can fix all that. For you.”

I swallow hard. Yes, my uncle made a dumbass move by going after the Villani family and then walking away. Yes, we’ve been struggling to make ends meet for far too long. And yes, I’m here tonight to help him get back in good with Volkov so he can start getting the big jobs again.

Volkov has two loves — power and money.

And I’m the only one who can help fix my uncle’s shitty situation and get Volkov more of what he wants.

It’s all part of this secret fucking ‘plan’.

I allow the corners of my lips to curl upward as I grip Vigo’s cock, running my hands up and down the shaft. My stomach roils, but I do it because I owe my uncle.

God, I owe him so much…

He’s the only family I have left.

I need to do this.

Vigo will pay for everything he’s taken from us.

It’s my personal mission to make sure everybody suffers that fate they deserve, and my list of targets is long.

But first thing’s first.

This piece of shit has to go.

“There’s something I’d like to do…for you,” I say. “To thank you for helping me…help my uncle.” And with my free hand, I grab the blade from the Velcro holding it to my upper thigh and drive it into his chest. The shocked expression on his face assaults my heart for a split second, the unwelcome sensation all too familiar to me every time I do a hit.