Page 106 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“Go. Get out of here.”

I blink in surprise. “You’ll allow me to leave?”

“Leave?” He laughs, a harsh, bitter sound. “Not on your life.”

I hesitate, drawn to the wildness in his manner, like my honest confession has shaken him.

“Go,” he roars, loud enough to wake the entire villa. “Get out of my sight before I destroy my goddamn destiny.”

Perplexed, I follow his command and flee, wondering why—of all reasons to push me away—he chose destiny.

SANDRO

Paradise in hellis what this trip to Italy’s become.

I designed this villa to my exact liking—clean white accents, immaculately groomed grounds, and a staff handpicked to suit my every preference. It’s supposed to be my sanctuary, an escape from a world I’ve no control over.

But ever since Riley dropped her hurt bomb, I’m suffocating here.

I push Barbara off my lap and, once more, curse Riley beneath my breath. For two days, I’ve reverted to old habits. Women parade in and out of the casita, a sight any man would give his right nut for, yet none of them hold any appeal. A few favorites have tried—Barbara being the wickedest, touching me and even climbing onto my lap uninvited—but they’ve only confirmed my suspicions.

I’m completely, utterly fucked.

A change of scenery will clear my head. That, and catching Dante red-handed, doing whatever nefarious bullshit he’s up to in Sicily.

The hunt for Conti continues. Capturing Renzo is proving to be challenging, to say the least. Something’s got to give, sooner than later.

Barbara pouts as I sidestep her and exit the casita. I cross the pool deck and enter the villa, then find my way upstairs. Tense and troubled, I forget to fix myself a whiskey to help me sleep off my frustrations. It’s not until I reach the mezzanine level that I see Riley’s door is partially open.

Tommaso was told to lock her up tonight.

Not to keep her in, but me out.

I pause in indecision, and then stalk toward her room and push inside.

She’s asleep on a bare mattress, naked and exposed, completely defenseless against any stronzo who might stroll into her bedroom and take advantage of her.

This is inexcusable. “Tommaso!” I bellow.

Riley jolts up, mouth open and eyes wide like a woman possessed. “What’s happening?” she exclaims, looking around wildly, her gorgeous body on full fucking display.

I rip my dress shirt off and toss it at her. “Cover yourself.”

She frowns but obeys.

Tommaso appears a few minutes later, dragging ass like I woke him up.

Probably did.

I point to Riley, who’s curled into a ball, and is staring at us with sad kitten eyes.

“Locked up,” I grind out. “That’s what I said.”

Brow wrinkling, he wiggles the door handle. “It’s unlocked.”

“No shit.”

We turn to Riley for an explanation.