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

How am I meant to be good when I’m obsessed with something so bad?

“What the fuck, Rafe?”

Rafe. It’s the first time she’s called me by my nickname. I like the way she says it, too. With shock marred by a breathless edge

I don’t take my eyes off Penelope. Can’t. Not when I step over a puddle of fresh blood, nor when Griffin’s hushed “what have you done?” touches my ears as I yank on the car door and slam it shut behind me.

Six pairs of eyes stare at me through the windshield. None of them are hers, so none of them matter.

“Basta,” is all he says. Enough.

I let the lifeless body fall and stare down at my knuckles.

Irreversible. Remorseless

I cut through the bushes toward Blake.

The cunt doesn’t see me coming. He’s too busy stooping at the passenger side window, his hands cupping his eyes against the glass.

Rage. Resolve. A swish of my coat and my fingertips are brushing over the grip of my gun, but they don’t find purchase. Instead, they curl into my palm and form a fist that draws back and severs the last thread of my composure.

Pain. Satisfaction.

His gaze slides behind my head and darkens. “What’s in your car?”

It’s a simple question, but because I know the answer, it pulls my muscles taut.

Penelope.

I turn around and the buzz in my blood instantly falls stagnant.

Violence, impulsion.

I bite back a smirk. “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, brother. Maybe we’re bonding.”

His face is expressionless as he stares into the fire. “Chess bores me, and bad things happen when I’m bored

“I’m not going down there.”

“Worried you’ll ruin your suit?”

“Yes, in fact.”

Gabe’s gaze flashes black. “You’ll walk down it, or I’ll sling you over my shoulder and carry you down like a little bitch.”

“Remind me how we’re related again?”

“Breathe near the girl and it’ll be the last breath you take,” I say calmly