Sinner Anonymous Series By Somme Sketcher

Sinners Anonymous\nMy fianc?s nephew knows every sin I?ve ever committed. He?s about to become the deepest and darkest of them all.\n\nMy name is Rory Carter and I do bad things.\nThere?s a charred soul under this angelic exterior and sometimes, I wonder if my weekly confessions to the Sinners Anonymous hotline will be enough to heal it.\n\nMarrying the seventy-something head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father is the only good deed I?ve ever done.\nI?m burning and bitter under the fake smile and tight dresses, but I was keeping it together.\nWas.\nUntil my fianc?s nephew turns up to dinner uninvited.\n\nAngelo ?Vicious? Visconti.\nA beautiful monster with cheekbones as sharp as his tongue.\nThey say I shouldn?t be scared of him, because nine years ago, he went straight.\nHe?s barely a Made Man anymore.\nBut I say, he?s the most dangerous Visconti of all.\nIt?s not just because his cold sneer makes my pulse flutter.\nOr the way his syrupy drawl trickles down my spine.\nNo. He holds all of my sins in his big, rough hands.\nAnd the only sins darker than mine are his own.\n\nSinners Condemned\n*PART ONE OF A DUET*\nNo good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet.\n\nI should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game.\n\nShe may have won my watch, but she started a war.\n\nAs she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world.\n\nYeah, lucky to everyone but me.\n\nBecause the moment her muddy boots stomped down the stairs and up my spine, my empire started to crumble.\n\nMy cashmere charm is wrinkling.\n\nMy gentlemanly facade is cracking.\n\nMy enemies are closing in.\n\nMaybe the gypsy was right:\n\nThe Queen of Hearts will drag me down to hell.\n\nAt least it?s wonderfully warm among the flames.\n\nDARK MAFIA ROMANCE ? ENEMIES TO LOVERS ? AGE GAP ? SLOW BURN\n\nSinners Consumed\n*PART 2 OF A DUET*\nMy world is on fire, and I?m obsessed with the girl who lit the match.\n\nBloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise.\n\nMy gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory.\n\nMy sins are seeping through my shirt like ink.\n\nI tried to leave her. Couldn?t do it.\n\nI tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn?t do that, either.\n\nSo we?ll slow dance in the flames until I?m nothing but ash and embers.\n\nI?ll only rise like a phoenix when she?s gone.\n\nThe problem is, I?d never let her go.\n\nNo, she?d have to run far, far, away to escape me.\n\nAnd maybe she will if I just told her the truth:\n\nI own the Sinners Anonymous Hotline.\n\nAnd I?ve listened to every call she?s ever made.\n\nDARK MAFIA ROMANCE ? ENEMIES TO LOVERS ? AGE GAP ? SLOW BURN