Sin and Redemption

by Cora Reilly

“I don’t like this violent side of you,” I said quietly. Maybe it was hypocritical of me, considering I’d grown up in the mafia world. Every man in my life was involved in violent crimes. “Then you won’t find much to like,” he growled, the remnants of aggression still swirling in his amber eyes.

“No, honey. I’m not going to be the bigger man in this case. I’m not the ‘turn the other cheek’ kind of guy. I’m going to keep hunting Bratva assholes until no one is left for revenge.” Sara looked at me strangely. “You called me honey.” “That’s what bothered you from my words?” I asked, amused.