Sinners Anonymous (Sinners Anonymous, #1)

by Somme Sketcher

There’s a glint in his right hand. Then the bang is too loud. The smell of gunpowder too strong, and the taste of blood splatter on my lips too tangy. The bullet enters Max right between the eyes and exits out the back of his skull, taking half his brain with it. His head hits the table with a heavy thud, his blood turning the lace tablecloth crimson.

“The Dip brothers have this hotline. Anyone can dial it and confess their secrets.

“A hotline?” I croak. “Yeah, you’ve probably seen the cards around.” Please god, no. “It’s called Sinners Anonymous.”

Knew it.

“Okay, tell me a sin, Angelo.” “I killed my father.”

“I swear to God, Rory. You better know how to fly, because if you fall, I’m coming with you.”

“You’re worth starting a war for.”