Luciano (Belles & Mobsters, #1)

by Eva Winners

I had never thought I could belong to someone so completely. But I was his—every piece of my heart, soul, and body. I was all his.

We were all killers and sinners. One big difference: my friends and I only killed when we needed to. Or for revenge. Many of these men killed for power, money, sport, or even pleasure.

My father was the only person that firmly believed she was alive, and that she was innocent.

The moment she had another man’s child, our marriage was history. No, the moment you pulled the trigger, your marriage was history.

Three years ago, I told my husband I loved him. He sent me away. Today, he gave me those same words. Now, I would run away.