Sinners Condemned : An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Sinners Anonymous Book 2)

Are the rumors true, cugino? You really shot from your own gun? Dio mio, what are your minions for, then?”

“Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”

His gaze sparks. Staring at my wet bottom lip, he nods slowly.
But what he does next is much faster. It’s so smooth and efficient that my liquor-fueled brain takes a while to catch up. He pushes all three of his shot glasses together, so their combined circumference is bigger than the rim of my empty glass. Before I can reach for my water in a last-ditch attempt to win this game fairly—impossible, of course—there’s a flash of metal, a clunk and a plop, and then I’m staring at a gun submerged in water.
My water. His gun.

“Or maybe I just want to see you shut your dick in a car door.”
“Or maybe you just want to see my dick.”

“Women don’t fall in love, Matt. They fall into traps. They are lured in by sweet lies and

“You sure are persistent for a man that isn’t interested.”
His gaze drops to my mouth. “Oh, I’m interested.”

A yacht. A big, shiny white one, the type you see in rap videos and documentaries about rich people living it up in the South of France.

I’d learned from my mother that he was Alberto Visconti’s nephew, and his father was the owner of the whiskey company in Devil’s Hollow.

The letters are embossed in gold, and underneath, there’s a number printed in silky black digits.

He teaches Physical Education and ice hockey at the posh academy in Devil’s Hollow, and if I bet a stranger a million dollars if they could guess his profession in three tries, I’d be in a hell of a lot of debt.