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

The scent of lilies from the memorial Mass still stings my nostrils.

A sweet yet noxious smell that brings back too many toxic memories.

I watch her still body cling tight to the pillow, her long dark hair splayed over the soft silk sheets. 

She looks peaceful now.

Blissfully tranquil.

She has no idea that I’m about to leave her.

Again.

And for the last time.

My jaw tightens as my phone buzzes on the carpet. I grab it and stab the Accept button as I walk into the hallway of her condo.

“Hey” I murmur. “Do you have it?”

“Yeah,” my brother Quinn answers. “I’ve got the address.” 

“Good. Now let’s make sure that motherfucker never sees the light of day ever again.” 

“Patty, are you sure you wanna do this? Nobody gave us the order to—”

“Fuck orders,” I seethe, my lips twisting as I bite back the rage that threatens to spill from my lips. “That sonofabitch dies tonight.”

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Chapter One: Kyla

“Stay away from me! Stay away from all of us!”

My mother’s tearful screech shatters the silence in the otherwise empty house and the hairs on the back of my neck prickle, my body jolted by her sudden outburst.

I know nobody is here with her. It’s Tuesday, so Clara, our cleaning woman, has the day off.

And I just left Dad at the office after I told him about the monster business deal I secured that is going to put Costigan Enterprises at the very top of the proverbial food chain.

She should be alone…

“Mom!” I call out in a panic.

My ears perk up when she cries out in horror again, and I run in the direction of her tortured sobs.

“Don’t ever call me again!”

Who the fuck is she yelling at?

Blood rushes between my ears as I tear down the long hallway leading to the solarium, her favorite room in the house.

She always said the space brought her peace.

Ironic that what she’s seems to be experiencing right now is anything but.

“Mom!” I yell, louder this time. “Mom, I’m coming!”

I burst through the door, finding her slumped over in her favorite distressed leather reading chair, a worn paperback copy of Great Expectations on the coffee table beside her, along with a cell phone.

I fall to my knees in front of her. “Mom, what happened? I heard you yell…I thought something had happened.”

She raises her red-rimmed blue eyes and nods. “Something has, Kyla. Something very bad.”

I furrow my brow. “What is it? Who you were on the phone with!”

Before she can utter a word, the cell phone rings, the threat of whomever is on the other line looming over us like a thick noxious cloud. A guttural roar erupts from her mouth and she grabs the phone, hurling it against one of the floor-to-ceiling window panels. It smashes against the freshly washed tempered glass and crashes to the ceramic tile floor.

Mom swipes at the tears under her eyes, jumps to her feet, and drags me out of the room behind her. “I need to leave, Kyla. We need to leave! Right now!”

I pull at her arm. “Mom, I want to know what’s going on! Who is calling you?” I swallow hard, my mouth unable to form the words on the tip of my tongue.

Her stricken look makes my gut clench.

Oh God, oh God, oh God…

No!

I’m not some naïve twenty-seven year old woman who lives in a blissfully ignorant bubble with no ability to process her current reality. My parents have had issues, sure. But they’ve been married for thirty-five years! What couple doesn’t want to wring the neck of his or her spouse every once in a while after all that time?

“Are you having an…affair?” I whisper the last word because I’m not even prepared to hear myself speak it.

Mom stops short and turns to stare at me, her eyes filled with horror at the prospect of me even asking such a question. “Absolutely not!”

“Then what the hell is going on?” I bellow. I’m not one for playing Twenty Questions. I like getting answers, preferably earlier than later. “I want to know who was on the phone!”