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

Heaven pops her head into the room. “Can I come in now? Did you finish groveling?” she asks Matteo.

“He didn’t really grovel,” Dante says. “The undertone was pretty much ‘I was right, guys. Just remember that.’”

Heaven rolls her eyes. “Jeez, Matty. The girl saved us all. Would it kill you to show a little humility?”

“He’s fine,” I say with a chuckle. “And we’re good.”

“Okay,” Heaven says, giving Matteo a look as if to say ‘I don’t believe her at all but I’ll let it go until we get home.’ “Well, you rest up and when you get home, we’ll get you all set up—"

“Ah, yeah, about that,” Dante interjects. “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Heaven furrows her brow. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I’m gonna take care of it and get her all set up at my place.”

Heaven’s face lights up like the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree. “Oh. Well, then, it sounds like that’s settled.” She can’t even help the huge smile plastered across her face as she rubs a hand down my arm. “Do you need anything at all, sweetie?”

I gaze at Dante, tiny flutters in my belly alerting me to the fact that the butterflies are back in force. “Nope, I finally have everything I need right here.”

Epilogue

Part One: Anya

I grasp Dante’s hand and lead him down a darkened hallway. “Just listen to my voice and stay right against me.”

It’s dark for him because I just put a blindfold over his eyes.

But even without a blindfold, I feel like I’m navigating in pitch blackness. I take tentative steps, unfamiliar with this corridor. But I wanted to keep him away from anything that might give away the surprise. As far as he knows, we’ve driven somewhere.

Unless he realizes I drove his car in a convoluted circle, he won’t have any idea where I’m taking him.

I reach out my hand and grasp the brass doorknob, turning it slowly. I silence the gasp that’s about to escape my throat when I see the inside of the room.

Our room.

Soft white lights are wrapped in tulle and hung across the ceiling. They look like tiny stars glimmering down on us, stars I’ve only become acquainted with since moving out here to Las Vegas. The room is private, at least for this part of the night. There is one single table set up in the center, cascades of white roses and calla lilies spilling over the sides of a centerpiece. There are brass candelabras set up around the perimeter of the room, the flames flickering furiously and adding to the aura of the occasion.

It’s perfect.

Exactly the way I’d wanted it.

The past few months have been a whirlwind for us. After a lot of discussion, we decided to relocate to New York. It took a visit to Ivan Volkov and a lot of negotiation to release me from my previous role as one of the bratva’s hired guns. But in exchange, Matteo offered him a sweet business opportunity he couldn’t ignore. One of the stipulations was that Uncle Boris gets to run the new shipping operation. But it didn’t take much to convince Volkov since access to the piers in the Villani territory would be huge for business and Volkov is no idiot. And just like that, I became a free woman.

Dante decided he needed a change of pace, too, since we do eventually want to start our own family and a mom and dad assassin team wouldn’t necessarily provide the most nurturing environment. So instead, he is starting his own security consulting firm, just like Matteo had recommended. He’s already got a slate of clients anxious to work with him, and he’ll also partner with Roman to handle the family’s businesses in lower Manhattan.

As for me, I just got accepted to the Fashion Institute of Technology.

I’m finally making my dreams come true.

All of them.

And I couldn’t be happier.

Lately, I’ve felt my parents and Maks’s presence a lot more, especially at times like this when I’m about to make a big bold move in my life. It’s a comforting feeling, knowing they’re there in spirit, smiling down on me. I know they always wanted the best for me, even though it took a long time for me to figure out how to make that a reality.

“Okay, we’re standing still. Can I take off the blindfold now? Or is there kinky shit I’m not allowed to see yet?”

I giggle. “There’s no kinky shit here. But hold that thought for a few hours.”

He breathes in. “Smells good. Are we eating? I hope so because I’m starving.” His hands fumble with my dress. “Although I could wait on the food if there’s something else I can eat in the meantime?”

“You’re insatiable!”

“Damn right,” he murmurs. “Now are you gonna let me see that gorgeous face or not?”

I bite down hard on my lower lip.

This is it.

I reach around the back of his head and unknot the scarf, dropping it on one of the chairs. “Happy anniversary, babe,” I say.

His eyes sweep the room and he flashes his famous sexy smile at me. “You brought me all the way back to our hotel?”

“Yes, but there’s a good reason why.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense,” he says, pulling me close and nuzzling my ear. He always knows exactly what part to suckle when he wants to melt me into a puddle of goo.

But I can’t melt right now.

Not yet.