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

It would make me too vulnerable, too exposed, too emotional.

And it might dilute my hate and kill my resolve.

Bad, bad, bad!

I catch Heaven look from Dante to me and then back again, a tiny smile lifting her lips. “What time what?” she asks, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

She obviously sees something.

And I feel it again, way down to the tips of my toes and all the way up to the ends of my hair.

Wanted.

Desired.

Craved.

A shiver shimmies down my spine and my shoulders shudder in response.

“What time…” Dante repeats, as if he can’t even remember his question. Wow, am I really that much of a sight?

Or is he just sidetracked by the fantasy of fucking me against a window overlooking the entire Las Vegas Strip?

Heaven makes a point of looking at her diamond-encrusted Rolex and lifts a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Any day now, Dante. Can’t you see we’re a little bit busy here?”

He blinks fast, dragging his gaze off of me. “What time are Patty and Maura flying in?” he finally asks.

“They’ll be in at eleven,” she says.

He nods. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.”

“Thanks. Don’t tell anyone else, but you’re the best brother-in-law ever!” she squeals.

“Whoa! What in the ever-loving fuck is that supposed to mean?” a booming voice demands from out in the hallway. “You cheatin’ on me, sis?”

A tall, dark, and delicious version of Matteo and Dante pops his head into the room. “We made an agreement, remember? Nobody but me gets that title!”

Heaven’s cheeks turn bright pink and she claps a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle.

“Busted!” Dante says with a snicker.

The new guy gives me a long, appraising look. “Here I am, coming up to welcome the new nanny, and I find you feathering Dante’s ass. What kind of shit is that?”

He walks into the room and sticks out a hand to me. “Sergio. I run this place.”

“Anya,” I reply. “And well done. It’s beautiful.”

Sergio nods, a smirk lifting his lips. “Dante said you were staying at the Bellagio before my sis hired you.” He shakes his head. “You don’t wanna be caught dead in that shithole, sweetie.”

“So I’ve heard,” I say with a snicker. “Jeez, it’s like you guys all rehearse from the same script,” I murmur.

Dante shrugs. “Maybe we all just share the same brain.”

“Scary!” Heaven squeals. “I refuse to admit I think like a Villani man!” She waves her hand around. “Okay, boys, hit the road! We’re still beautifying in here!”

I sneak a quick glance at Dante. My breath hitches when I see his eyes darken with lust, the same lust flooding my insides right now.

Oh my God, why do you have to be so goddamn irresistible?

I need to hate you, not constantly want to mount you!

Dante pushes Sergio out of the room. “Come on, let’s go.” He gives me a long look that makes goosebumps pebble my arms and legs before he pulls the door closed.

Heaven crosses her arms over her chest. “Care to tell me what those googly-eyes were all about?”

I recoil. Shit, she’s observant. “I don’t think he was—”

“Not his,” she says with a grin. “Yours.”

A hot flush creeps up the sides of my neck, and my cheeks flame as I sputter an intelligible response. It’s not exactly professional to be caught pining for your employer’s brother-in-law. “No, I don’t…he’s not…I mean, I’m not interested in Dante.” I wave my hand around. “Like, at all.”

She nods. “Okay. And you’re sticking with that story?”

“It’s not a story!” I say. “Honestly.”

Heaven shrugs. “I really want him to find a nice girl, someone other than the usual hoes, you know what I mean? The ones who are all about what he can do for them, socially, financially. I want him to find someone he can really care about and settle down with. He’s a good guy. Takes care of his family. Great with babies,” she says with a pointed look at Aisling.

“He’s, um, really nice,” I stammer. “He doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

“Not in the entire time I’ve known him,” Heaven says, getting up from the bed to unzip me. I hold an arm over the top of the dress in case someone else, like maybe Matteo, decides to barge in here next. “I just want him to be happy. Sergio and their other brother Roman are both engaged. Dante needs someone. His job is…” Her voice trails off and my ears perk up.

“What about his job?” I ask.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. It keeps him moving around too much. He can’t put down roots, you know?”

“I guess that’s what it takes to be a successful real estate investor, right?”

Her brow furrows slightly before she plasters on a big, bright smile. “That’s right! Always putting his career first, that guy.”

Yep. So not a real estate investor.

“How’d you and Matteo meet?” I ask, popping back into the closet to do a quick change.

She lets out a dry laugh. “It wasn’t exactly love at first sight, that’s for sure. We’d never get ‘proposal of the year’ votes for our story, either.”

“What do you mean?” I pull back my hair and adjust the straps of my tank top as I come back out of the closet.

“I didn’t have much choice in marrying Matteo,” Heaven says. “I did it for my family, not for love.”