Page 54 of Sinful Daughter (Dark Mafia Sins 2)

The crowd in the house is getting busier, and my cameras become blocked in certain areas. The crowd is rougher, and a few known drug dealers have arrived. My heart speeds up, anticipating a scene.

To enter the house for better surveillance, I need permission. I hate that I need it to make sure Aria is safe, and I’m forced to call their brother Luca. Another way Nicoli likes to play with me. Everyone knows Luca isn’t my number-one fan and I’m forced to respond to him about their surveillance. After I dial his number, he doesn’t bother greeting me, his tone annoyed that anyone would dare call him. “Why are you bothering me? Didn’t someone tell you I’ve just had a baby?”

“I want permission to go inside the house. I have backup in the van. Something’s not sitting right.”

“Could it be Aria’s ass is grinding on someone? Is that what’s not sitting right?” Luca and Nicoli seem to have differing opinions about me. Luca thought I should have been left for dead in the street. Nicoli is more of a romantic at heart. He likes the fact that I’m in love with his daughter and will do anything for her. He uses it against me regularly.

I grit my teeth. “I have a feeling something bad is going down. I want to be inside for a faster reaction time.”

“Fine. Make sure eyes are always on the camera.”

“Will do.” I’m already stepping out of the van before I hang up and leave with AJ watching the feed. “Call me if you see anything.”

I keep my head down, trying not to attract attention to myself. I watch Gia leave the room she and Alfonso were in and go right into the room Katrina’s in.

My eyes go to find Aria. Another fucker is trying to put his hands on her. She shakes her head no at him, and he walks away but keeps watching her. I’m on high alert, my fingers tingling not knowing what’s wrong. But I can feel it.

Aria does another shot that Lori brings her. Her body staggers as she goes back to the dance floor. Rough digging into my hands alerts me that I’ve curled them in fists. I’ve had enough; standing idle does nothing when I know something bad is going to go down.

Staying in the shadows, I watch the party by walking its perimeter, scouting for what’s peppering me with unease. Aria is dancing way too seductively on the dance floor. Every male’s eyes are on her. The room with the other two Rossi girls flies open with a thud as the door hits the wall. My attention is dragged to them as Gia pulls Katrina out. They’re both yelling at each other, and I pause, waiting to see when Alfonso will break them up. The room’s attention goes from Aria to them, the shift in the air changing dramatically.

“I hate you!” Katrina cries, throwing a punch at Gia. I speak into my comm. I need backup in here. Katrina looks high again. There are a few hollers around the room, the energy tense with a rowdiness that causes problems. The girls unknowingly put on a show for the party as they begin to fight and slip down the stairs. They roll over one another, and Aria’s pushing people out of the way to get to her sisters.

I try to stay in the shadows, not wanting to step in unless I have to. The hairs on my arm stand before the smell of burning assaults my nostril.

“Fire!” is yelled. Behind me, a candle has lit up curtains in flames, eating their way toward the roof.

AJ is beside me in a second. “Grab Katrina and Gia. I’ll take Aria.”

Instead, I march over to Aria, and I swing her over my shoulders. She hollers, and I smack her ass. “Keep up the screaming if you want an audience,” my voice is gruff, and my cock is already stirring, wishing for her to disobey me.

“Theo?” she whispers like she doesn’t believe it herself.

“Theo’s dead,” I answer, smacking her ass one more time.

“He’ll never be dead to me,” she says with venom, her hands hitting my back with all her might. She’s adorable, thinking she can do any damage to me.

I toss her into the passenger side of the van. Her ass hits the seat, fighting against me while I place my hand on her neck. I use enough pressure to hold her still as I reach over her to grasp the seat belt. She gasps as I click the buckle and reaches for my face. Her fingers lightly feather over my scar, then my nose and cheekbones. All changed for a chance to be with her one day.

I try not to look her in the face, scared of the truths that will be revealed. My heart is clawing its way out of my chest to allow her to hold it once again. She’s no longer fighting me, staying perfectly still, and I remove my hand from her slender neck. My face rises from the shadows, and the dim lights of the night allow her to get a better view of me. Our eyes connect, and it freezes me to the spot. We stare at each other, her sitting in the passenger seat, and I’m still half in, hovering over her.

“How are you alive?”

Her touches are light, and I’m scared I’m imagining them. My voice comes out gruff as I try to hold my cover. “I’m Kane Caruso. You watched Theo be put to rest.”

“How?”

“It was all for you.” My throat gets tight as her question undoes me. “You and Theo can never be together. But you and Kane have a chance.”

“If my father finds out—”

I place my finger on her worried lips. “He already knows.” Before she can react to the news, I bend down to kiss her. I kiss her how I’ve wished a thousand times over the last few months. Our lips go off memory, hers needing no reminder that they are mine.

“I love you,” I say between kisses.

In the cramped space, I trap her under me, my body vibrating with the knowledge she’s in my arms.

“I love you too. I can’t lose you again.” I feel her wet tears and kiss each one away.

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