Sinners Consumed (Sinners Anonymous, #3)

by Somme Sketcher

I reach for the First Aid kit and a bottle of Smuggler’s Club whiskey. “Vodka.” My shoulders pull taut. “Since when did you start drinking vodka?” “Since you said you wouldn’t kiss me if I drank whiskey.”

Jealousy flashes behind my eyelids. I whip around to push him off, but he tightens his grip on my braid, yanking my head back until it rests below his collar pin. “I’ll have to thank my sister-in-law for giving me a leash.”

Biting back a smirk, I regard the panting dog nestled in the crook of my brother’s arm. With her golden curls and big brown eyes, she actually looks like my sister-in-law, but I’m in enough shit with Angelo that I think it best not to tell him his wife looks like a dog.

😂😂

The Queen of Hearts brought me to my knees, and I can’t find it in me to care. Maybe it’s because when I’m on my knees, she sits on my tongue.

Out the corner of my eye, I see him nod. “I believe in bad luck, brother. But I also believe what Mama used to say.” I turn to him. “The good always cancels out the bad?” He smiles sadly. “Nah, the other one. Bad things don’t last forever.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, letting my arms fall. “Did you just bite me?” I look at him seriously. “You know what they say. Eat the rich.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs back. “Guess I just can’t stop breaking rules for you.”

He eyes my vodka and shakes his head. “When you start drinking like a Russian, even though you own a seventeen-percent stake in one of the fastest-growing whiskey companies in the world.” Meeting my eyes again, he adds, “That’s how you know.”

Maybe it’s only because the heels I’m wearing are a couple inches taller than usual and all this height is giving me new confidence, but I curl my finger around his collar pin and yank him toward me. “Call another woman darling again, and she’ll die crossing the road.”

We stare at each other. Him naked and bloody, me soaking wet and shivering. We look nothing like the King of Diamonds and The Queen of Hearts. Just two fucking idiots in love.

“If I drown, you’re drowning with me. If you burn, I’m burning too. Pick your route to hell, Rafe. The destination and the company are the same.”

They say if you love something, let it go. If something almost kills you twice in one week, you should probably let it go too.

Suddenly, I realize something: I don’t know what I want from him. He doesn’t know what to give me. We’re just two idiots who don’t know how love works.