Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

SAVANNAH

Piles of crumpled up paper and small empty plastic containers of beads cover my bed, leaving little to no room for me.

Between finishing the beading for the matching necklace and bracelet and the hours of research I did on Arturo Marino and the Savannah Sharks, my head is spinning in circles.

Arturo is a multi-millionaire. Hell, he’s close to a billionaire. I’m pretty sure if all of his assets were seized, it would be over one billion.

He owns several yachts, a shipyard, the gentleman’s club I worked at, a mansion, two vacation houses, and now the Savannah Sharks.

There’s no telling how many assets he has that I couldn’t find through a simple internet search.

I bet the undercover cop, Jacob, and the FBI agent, Tyler know. They probably have access to every name, nickname, and alias Arturo has used for his entire life.

They’ve probably been tracking his whereabouts and money flow for months, if not years. Especially to try to get me, a complete stranger, to get closer to them and uncover their deepest and darkest secrets.

I throw the crumpled pages in the trash can under my desk and put the empty bead containers in their spot on my small bookshelf.

I’ll have to go to the craft store and buy more because I am completely out and already have future plans with them.

A loud knock sounds on the suite door. Spencer is still out of town, so it’s probably for Justine.

I continue cleaning off my bed before pulling the cover up and smoothing it out.

The person at the door knocks again, this time harder and more incessant.

“Ugh.” I groan as I make my way out into the main common area and open the door.

A delivery person is standing on the opposite side of the hallway holding a bouquet of mixed flowers and a box of assorted chocolates from Harry I try to commit any information about them to memory.

They are all around the same height, and same built. They’re even wearing the same clothes.

Are they military? Brothers?

They all have emerald green eyes, too.

Is that their natural color, or are they wearing contacts?

Who could they be?

Is Spencer in a gang, too? As if being in the mafia and a professional hockey player isn’t enough.

One gang member laughs and brags about shooting the princess.

Who the hell is the princess? Like a real princess? Or a woman that thinks she’s a princess?

My mind wanders back to the research I did last night. Mob boss Arturo Marino has two children. Joseph and Francesca. In several articles, the writers referred to the children as the Mafia Prince and Mafia Princess.

Is that who he shot? Is that the funeral Spencer had to go to?

A gasp escapes past my lips.

Spencer glances at me before turning his deadly glare on the men. “You need to remember whose territory you’re in. I’d advise you to shut the fuck up and go back to the hell hole you crawled out of, or else we’re going to have problems.”

The three gang members leave, but not before stabbing Spencer’s front passenger tire.

Spencer’s hands tighten around the arms of the chairs until his knuckles turn white. “Son of a bitch.”

Mario runs outside. “Do you need me to call-” He glances at me. “-someone to come help fix your problem?”

That sounds like a hidden message, like he doesn’t want me to know who the person he is referring to is.

Is he talking about Arturo? The mafia boss and also the owner of the Savannah Sharks?

Or the other mafia members Spencer is friends with?

Are we in the middle of a turf war?

My mouth dries, and I struggle to breathe. What the hell did I get myself into?