Page 146 of Dirty Mafia Sinner

“You hurt me,” I tell her, more vulnerable than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Alarm fills her expression. “I did? Where?” Frantic, she looks me over until I grab her hand, place it over my heart, and end her worries. “Here.”

“Alessandro,” she whispers. Then she balances on her toes and kisses me.

A man can grow used to this softer bullshit.

Finally, she breaks away, and then blushes as she glances down at her ruined dress.

“Think anyone will notice I’ve changed?”

I take in her wild hair, pink cheeks, and as I release her wrists from the belt, the chafing found there, then I lie.

“No one will look twice.”

RILEY

“Can’t keephis filthy mitts off you, can he?” Renzo comments, sauntering up to stand beside me the minute I return to the party.

My mouth falls open, but I hastily compose myself. “I just spilled a drink on myself.”

“And I just shot myself in the arm.”

I steal a glance at his cast, the result of a mysterious bullet wound and the surgery that followed, then let my gaze driftdown to the all-too-familiar monitor around his ankle. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Only for the woman who tamed that asshole,” he says, nodding toward Alessandro, who is speaking to Alessia. Whatever he says makes her look away, while he resumes angrily scrolling through his phone.

My eyes widen as his father swiftly closes the distance between them. I’m terrified for Alessandro, and with good reason. The capo di tutti capi of the Eleven is not only handsome and wickedly charming but also notoriously cunning and, according to rumors, quite skilled with a chain saw.

Don Beneventi says something, then snatches the phone from Alessandro’s hand.

I start to step forward, but Renzo grabs my arm. “You think you can protect my brother from our father?”

We watch as Alessandro leans back, smirks, and says something in return. Then both men study whatever’s on the screen with rapt attention.

Renzo chuckles. “As you were saying, what favor?”

“When you escape this time, don’t jump.”

“Maybe I’ll stick around awhile?”

I search his expression to see if he’s serious. “Alessandro would like that.”

Renzo’s expression turns serious. “You really love the asshole, don't you?”

I chuckle. “I really do.”

Suddenly, I’m pulled into a warm hug.

Just as quickly, Alessandro is at our side, escorting Renzo away from me. “What the hell?”

Renzo straightens up. “She’s a keeper, brother.”

Alessandro’s gaze softens as our eyes meet. “And that’s exactly what I plan to do.”

RENZO

How isit two of the most stubborn, arrogant bastards to ever climb the ranks of the mafiosi’s Eleven Families are madly in love, while the only Beneventi with a heart gets shot in the arm by his one true love?