Page 138 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“I’m headed there to do so myself.”

She told me she loved me. Why wouldn’t she wait for me?

The answer comes at me like a hammer to the head. What did Renzo tell her?

“Call me with an update.” I disconnect, toss my cell onto the seat, and then lean back and close my eyes.

So this is what it feels like to be dumped.

Alessia clears her throat.

“Not now.”

“I saw her.”

I shoot up in the seat and swing toward her.

“Your girlfriend. The gorgeous redhead.”

“Where?”

“On the hill overlooking the funeral.”

Rolling my fingers into a ball, I slam my fist into the driver’s seat. “Stop the motherfucking car.”

The driver pulls over, and I’m out and running.

“Sandro,” Alessia shouts after me.

I race down the city street, mindless of the puddles soaking my expensive shoes or the suit jacket and tie I’ve tossed aside. In a dead run, I turn into the cemetery and follow the driveway to the midway mark, where I then cut between tombstones to reach the hill. Panting, I push on, hiking to the top and charging forward, searching everywhere for signs of her.

But Riley’s nowhere to be found.

My asshole brother couldn’t leave well enough alone, could he?

I punch a tree. There’s a panoramic view of the gravesite below. Knowing what she saw and the presumptions she made … Hell, I only decided an hour ago to bail on my obligation.

“Fuck.”

The limousine is waiting for me when I reach flat ground. Alessia doesn’t say a word when I climb back in beside her.

My chest hurts like I’m having a heart attack.Riley left me.

“Sandro?”

“Let’s get drunk.”

I callfor an update on the hour, every hour.

And every goddamn second, my despair grows.

But I can’t hunt my girl down while this marriage bullshit has yet to be resolved. It’s nearly eleven at night, and I’m so shitfaced I’m not just seeing double, but Renzo’s smug face hovering over me. I punch the air, trying to nail him in the head with my fist and wipe that fucking “I told you so” expression from his ugly mug.

Beside me on the floor, Alessia laughs at my antics.

I tap my whiskey glass to her empty wine bottle. “Here’s to Renzo, running wild and free.”

We drink more, and I call for another update.