Dante (Chicago Ruthless, #1)

by Sadie Kincaid

Closing the refrigerator door, I turn to face him. He’s dressed in black suit pants and a crisp white shirt. It’s open at the collar, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up, displaying a few dark tattoos on his skin.

Scrumptious

So right here, in the arms of the devil himself, I find a peace that even the heavens couldn’t rival.