Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

“And if anything does happen to you,” she says, dropping her voice to a menacing whisper in my ear. “I’ll burn down every one of their hotels, restaurants, and bars to the ground. Everything.”

And for the first time since we met, I see her smile. I think I like it when she smiles.

“When you realize you’re moving back, let me know.” His jaw ticks. “Because when you steal Uncle Alberto’s

girl, I promise you, you’re going to need a fucking army.”

Fuck, I hate this place. I hate the Cove Clan, and I hate her. I especially hate her. I hate that she’s exactly what I like: a girl who doesn’t back down when I have my wicked way with her.

“Because seeing you in your engagement dress is hard enough. But seeing you in your wedding dress?” A growl vibrates deep within me. I tighten my grip. “That’ll be fucking torture.”

“You’re wearing sunglasses too,” I snap back, jerking my chin up to his mirrored Aviators. “What’s your excuse?” “How else am I meant to check out your ass without getting caught?”

you have me confused with someone who you can fuck around with, Aurora,” I growl.

Fuck, she’s annoying. Fuck, she’s hot. I take a step toward her. She takes one back. “Come here.” She shakes her head and her brows shoot up to her hairline. “Make me ask again, Aurora. I dare you.”

Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.

“Fuck, baby. Do you know what it feels like to kill a man?” “A man like Alberto? Probably pretty good.” Despite his fury, dark amusement tugs at his lips. He gives a small shake of his head. Disbelief. “My bad girl.”

“I’m taking what’s mine” “Yours?” He drops me onto the passenger seat of his car and leans against the door frame. “Yeah. A capo needs a wife. Guess I choose you.”

Angelo might have been on a straight and narrow path for the last nine years, but I’ve never met a man scarier than him. He reigns a quiet terror; it hums off him like a sonic signal when he walks into a room, and it makes the air immediately shift. He was raised to be a made man, but he was destined to be a king.

“No one is going to come for you, and if they do, they’ll have to get through a whole fucking army, and then through me.

Now, you need to eat.” He drags his gaze from mine and nods to the coffee table. “I don’t know what you like yet, so I just got everything.”

“Ham and pineapple, please.” He wrinkles his nose. “Fucking hell. Is it too late to give you back?” Despite his disdain, he flips open a few pizza boxes until he finds the Hawaiian. “Way too late. You stole me, remember?”

He left his entire life in England and came back to Devil’s Dip for you. He’s so in love with you that it makes me sick.” “She’s right, I am.”

“When I say you’re mine, I mean you’re mine forever. No ifs, no buts. No changing your mind. Sure you want that?” I prop myself up on my elbow and glare at him. A few heavy beats pass, but his gaze doesn’t let up, and neither does mine. “Are you giving me a choice?” “No.” His eyes narrow.

“I thought capos take what they want.” He grunts, irritation crossing the planes of his face. “What I want, is for you to be happy.”

“Not just regular happy. I mean really fucking happy,” he growls into my mouth, palming my ass to pull me on top of him. “Can’t stop fucking smiling, don’t want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams kind of happy. I want to make you so damn happy that you shit sunshine and piss rainbows and people think you’re as high as a kite when you walk into a room.” He nips my lower lip in mild frustration, and his fingers dig deep into the back of my thighs as he slides me up to his groin. “If you want to be mine, I’ll make you that happy, Rory.”

“Hmm. Angelo Visconti on his knees." I pretend to consider this. “What does that look like?”

“You don’t have to do bad things anymore, baby girl. I’ll do them for you.”

Angelo says nothing. Instead, he stares up at me with pride licking the walls of his irises. It’s an expression that reads, that’s my girl.

You wanna lay on my chest and watch a movie while I feed you gumballs like you’re a modern-day Cleopatra? Because we can do that instead.”

“You know, my mom always said the good always canceled out the bad.” He swallows, the Adam’s apple bobbing in the trunk of his throat. “But what happens if you’re both bad? Both the same side of the coin?” I graze my nose against his, smiling. “Magic happens, baby.”

Rory’s laughter floats from underneath the door, making me stop in my tracks. Instead of knocking, I press my forehead against it and smile, my heart full of her.

I know war is coming, but with her, all I know is peace.

I didn’t ask her to marry me, I fucking begged, and then let her choose her own ring.

I know how much she misses confessing her petty little sins, but from now on, that’s all they’ll ever be—petty. Because any real sin she wants to commit, I’ll do it for her.

“You ready to go to war, baby?” A cocktail of lust and adrenaline trickles down my spine. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”