Sinners Anonymous : A Forbidden Love Dark Mafia Romance

How would you feel if you found your fiancee in a dark corner, sharing a cigarette with a handsome man?”

He stares at me. At first blankly, then his eyes thin. “You think I’m handsome.”

I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than move back to Devil’s Dip and take my rightful place as capo, but the way his beady gaze shifts around my features, the way he white-knuckles his glass, it makes me realize he’s nervous.

I’ve spent nine years carving out a new life for myself, one as far away from Devil’s Dip as possible. And yet, in just a fistful of weeks, I’ve given it all up. Moved back to the town I hate, started a civil war with my own fucking family, all for her. A girl that curses in bird puns, eats enough sugar to be pre-diabetic, and is addicted to petty revenge.

“I have killed every man on this coast that has touched you inappropriately. From Max to my own fucking uncle. These kids are next, and if anybody besides me puts so much of a finger on you from now on, they’ll be killed too.”

“I stick by what I said,” he mutters.

“And what was that?” I rasp back, sinking into the warmth of the bath.

“You’re worth starting a war for.”

Angelo greets his brother with a stern expression. “Look after my girl for me.”

“Yes, boss.”

“I’m taking what’s mine”

“Yours?”

He drops me onto the passenger seat of his car and leans against the door frame. “Yeah. A capo needs a wife. Guess I choose you.”

Heat rips through my veins, and I can feel my heart sewing itself back together.

“You guess?” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes.

He grips my chin. Runs a soft line over my bottom lip. “I know. I’ve always fucking known.”

What the hell?

Hot hands scorch my rib cage, strong and warm. A familiar scent—one I associate with danger—assaults my senses.

“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”

“You’re insane,” he murmurs, gripping my jaw. “If you think I’m anything but crazy about you, Rory, then you’re fucking insane.”

because I know the moment I taste those lips—either set of them—there’s no way I can go back to London.

I know I’ll have to stay and fight for her