Sinners Condemned (Sinners Anonymous, #2)

by Somme Sketcher

An uneasy possessiveness creeps over me and settles in a noose around my neck. It’s almost as if she’s mine to be pissed off at. Nobody else’s.

I wonder who hurt her? A boy her own age. Some spotty kid in his basement, no doubt. Briefly, stupidly, I wonder if I should hurt him, too.

"I wonder if I should hurt him too" these tells.. Falling without knowing

this game feels riskier than a roll of a dice or a halfhearted bet.

And I can’t say for sure I’ll be the one who wins. Fuck this.

Eventually, we roll to a stop opposite the old church on the cliff.

Important place for the Visconti Brothers

“Beautiful,”

“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.”