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

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.

great white shark

Find a Penny, pick it up, all day long you’ll have good luck?

Ever since, I made a vow that when death found me, I’d greet it with a straight spine and a staring match.

“Talk shit, get hit,”

This girl isn’t the Queen of Hearts, but the Devil in disguise.

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