Page 12 of Sinful Sacrifice

Her mouth. Her pussy. Her everything.

As badly as I wanted to stay and worship every inch of her body, when duty calls, duty calls.

Duty doesn’t care if you’re on vacation.

Nursing a gunshot wound.

Or about to have the best fuck of your life.

My annoyance grows with every step I take out of Pippa’s building. Once I’m back in the Range Rover, I return my brother, Julian’s, call.

“Where the hell are you?” he shouts through the speaker.

“This’d better be important,” I bark. “I swear to God, if it’s you forgetting the Wi-Fi password again, I’m shooting you in the goddamn face.”

“We have a Popov problem. According to my source, they have a plan in motion tonight. Meet us at the warehouse.”

“On my way.”

I hang up, start the SUV, and speed off.

I’m a capo for the Lombardi family, one of New York’s most notorious Mafia organizations. My family has been involved with the Lombardis for decades. Antonio’s father, Vincent, is don, and my father is his consigliere.

Julian nor I had other career options. When Julian was sixteen, he came home and told my father he wanted to be a doctor. My father laughed and told him he’d burn down any hospital that gave him a job if he turned his back on the family. We were born and taught to become masters of crime and manipulation and to always remain loyal to the Lombardi family.

The Lombardis opened Lucky Kings Casino decades ago to appear as law-abiding citizens. It’s how we launder money yet look like we earn an honest living. In our defense, we do run the casino mostly as a legitimate business. Though, that always takes a back burner to everything else.

The warehouse is a short drive. Fifteen minutes later, I steer into the back alley that leads into it. I’m ready to get this shit over with and return to Pippa’s. I lick my lips, almost certain her pussy is still dripping for me.

I’ll fuck my sweet dancer, settle her father’s debt to Lucky Kings, and make it clear no one loans Paul another penny.

As soon as I walked into her apartment, I knew it wouldn’t be a onetime thing with her. The moment she allowed me to touch her, I knew she’d be mine, whether she liked it or not.

My footsteps echo through the warehouse when I enter it. My father, Julian, and Emilio are gathered in a huddle, talking. They all turn to me.

“Tell me what you know,” I say, tucking my keys into my pocket.

“The Popovs started building on new ground,” Julian explains, twirling a toothpick in his mouth. “One they stupidly believed we wouldn’t find.”

“Did we find it?” I raise a brow.

Emilio, another capo, cracks his neck. “Fuck yeah, we did.”

“My source told me they’re on a mission to find Vincent’s address,” my father adds. “They want to burn down his home in retaliation for us torching their properties.”

The Popovs have become royal pains in my ass. They own a chain of casinos along the Jersey coast. We never considered them competition until they decided to expand their business into New York.

We warned them once.

Warned them twice.

We don’t do third warnings.

Last year, they obtained permits to construct a casino too close to Lucky Kings. If we’re being honest, within the same state is too close in my opinion. They started building, but all construction stopped when we burned it down. They found a second location and framed the structure, and we torched that as well.

You’d think after two sites were reduced to ashes, they’d stop construction and take their asses back to Jersey, where they belong. It seems they haven’t.

I rub my hands together. “So, what’s the plan?”

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