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

Unlike the street above, this bar doesn’t scream money; it whispers wealth.

Unlike the street above, this bar doesn’t scream money; it whispers wealth.

It suddenly dawns on me: I’m waiting for a bus I can’t even afford to get on.

It suddenly dawns on me: I’m waiting for a bus I can’t even afford to get on.

It’s the Queen of Hearts.

“The red-haired lady,” the gypsy says softly. “Lucky for most, unlucky for a select few. And for you?” She lets out a low whistle. “The Queen of Hearts is detrimental. You could have all the success in the world, but she’ll bring you to your knees.”

These seats are Nappa leather.”

“And my sweater is cotton.”

“What?”

I hitch a shoulder. Glare at the glow of fragmented headlights through the windshield. “Thought we were naming fabrics no one gives a shit about.

“I bet you bite when you fuck,” he says pensively, as if talking to himself rather than me.

My heart hitches. “And I bet you a hundred bucks you’re hard right now,” I answer.

Women don’t fall in love, Matt. They fall into traps

Breathe near the girl and it’ll be the last breath you take,”

“Ah, just the little arsonist I was looking for.