Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

At first, I think it’s another playing card, but when I pull it out, I realize it’s a Black Amex. My eyes clash with Raphael’s. “Pin is four, eight, four, two,” he says quietly. He locks his fingers behind his head and leans back against the headrest. His gaze flashes like a warning sign. “Now, take it off.”

But then a firm, hot hand slides under the blazer and rests on my thigh. I glance up at Raphael, but he’s focusing on the gap between the whooshing wipers, steering the car with the palm of his other hand. “Strip for another man again, and he’ll die crossing the road.”

“What did you wager?” He licks salt off his bottom lip, eyes darkening with something that tugs on my nerves. “Something I didn’t want to give up.”

Instead, they curl into my palm and form a fist that draws back and severs the last thread of my composure. Pain. Satisfaction. My punch connects with his cheekbone and as he falls, he falls in slow motion, giving that small voice in the shadows of my brain time to whisper, one punch is enough.