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

“Yes, and then he hooked up with Conor because he had a grudge too. He wants to destroy you,” I say in a low voice. “And he is prepared to pay any price to do it.”

“Where the hell are they now?” Matteo asks.

“I don’t know. Conor dropped me off here and I didn’t bother to ask if he had hotel accommodations,” I say with a roll of my eyes. “He just said he’d call me with instructions tomorrow.” I look from Dante to Matteo and back again. “He wouldn’t tell me what he’s after, but I think I know. I think he wants Aisling.”

Matteo slams a fist against the wall and turns to Dante. “Where the fuck is Patrick? He went looking for the girls. I want them all back here as soon as possible. And we need to get in touch with security. I want them planted at every entrance and exit!”

Dante nods. “I’ll make the calls. I just need a second alone with her.” He pulls me by the arm and drags me into his bedroom, forcing my back to the wall. His lips are pressed into a tight line, his eyes heavy with a mix of rage, dejection, and pain.

“I let myself fall for you,” he hisses. “And you deceived me and my family. You opened us up to dangers you can’t even possibly imagine.”

“I know, and that’s why I came straight here, to help fix what I’ve done. I didn’t know about any of it, even Conor’s involvement, until I met him tonight. My uncle kept me in the dark for days. He ignored my calls and texts. He could have been dead for all I knew. And now Conor has him tied up somewhere, threatening to kill him if I don’t do what he wants. Not that there is any guarantee he won’t be dead by morning, whether or not I follow through.”

Dante fists his hair and stomps across the room. “I want to hurt you so badly right now,” he hisses. “For putting my family in jeopardy like this.”

“I deserve it,” I say in an unwavering voice. “And I wouldn’t blame you.”

He storms back over to me, his forehead practically pressed against mine. He drags his fingers down the front of my dress. “I can separate myself from emotions, Anya. How I felt about you a few hours ago won’t stop me from putting a bullet in your brain if I find out you’re playing us right now.”

I nod, a large lump lodged in my throat. “I didn’t once think when this all started that they’d ever hurt Aisling,” I say in a low voice once we’re alone. “I swear to you.”

“Your word doesn’t mean shit right now,” Dante grunts.

“I know, but I can help. Please believe me. We can stop him!”

“You said Conor has your uncle held hostage. Are you prepared for what might happen if you cross him?”

I swallow hard. “I care about my uncle, but I want to do the right thing. I have to. I can’t sit by and let you and your family get hurt. This is on me, and I’ll make it right. Please just give me that chance.”

He stares at me for a long minute. “One chance. We take him out and walk away from each other forever. Because you’re a fucking liar and I have no room in my life for someone like you.”

An icy sensation snakes around my heart and squeezes, but I won’t let him see me cringe.

Or cower.

“Okay,” I rasp.

He kicks open the bedroom door and stalks over to his brother and the two new guys I don’t recognize. They huddle together and I rub my hands up and down my arms.

A heavy fist knocks on the door and Dante pulls it open. “Goddamn, Patty!”

My breath hitches. I recognize him as the other guy from Tatiana. That night, he was sharp, sleek, and sophisticated in his suit.

Right now, he’s a hot fucking mess. His dark blonde hair is hanging in his face, his shirt is rumpled, and his face is a mess of panic. But it’s the body he’s carrying that makes my blood run cold.

Aunt Maura.

Her face is white, her hands hanging limply at her sides.

“Patrick, where the fuck did you find her?” Matteo yells. “She had the baby!”

“I found her lying next to the stroller right outside the pool deck.” Patrick lays her on the couch and listens to her chest. “She’s breathing, thank God. Conor isn’t a complete maniac. At least he didn’t kill her.”

“Where the fuck are Heaven and Aisling?” Matteo screams at Patrick, grabbing him by the shirt and shoving him to the floor.

“I looked everywhere for them!” Patrick shouts back, fisting his hair. “I couldn’t find them. Not a fucking trace!”

Matteo pulls out his phone and dials a number…Heaven’s, I guess. But after a minute of her not answering, he hangs up. His eyes flash with alarm and he flips around toward me. “He’s here, isn’t he?” Matteo creeps in my direction, speeding up as he approaches. “You fucking did this! You let him in!” He grabs my dress, his grip tight. My hands fly up to his, clutching them before they can wind themselves around my throat. “He has my wife and daughter right now!”

“Matteo, let me help you find him. We will find the girls, I promise!”

“Because you’ve been so honest up till now? Why the fuck should I trust you?”

“You need me,” I say in an even voice. “You may hate me and want to kill me, but you need the backup.”