Mr. Sin (Sin, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

“I’m all for equality, but until the glass ceiling breaks and women make the same as men, dollar for dollar, I’ll be the one buying.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. I want to hear my name on your soft lips. Calling out for me.”

It’s Sasha. My Sasha. My little Vegas runaway. Here. I rise from my chair. My cousin Angelo tilts his head at me, an unspoken question. I shake mine, signaling him to stay put, then walk to the door. Some of the people in the meeting are watching me, but I don’t care. That girl owes me a fuck.

I try to laugh but it comes out as more of a choke. Apparently, Brent has never slept with Vincent, otherwise he’d know that the Devil does indeed bite.

Instead of looking chastised, Vincent looks enraged. “The fuck you will!” He booms. “You don’t get to choose anybody. I don’t share. And fight it all you want, but this thing between us isn’t over. I’ll stay out of your way while you do your job. But if you think you can go out and fuck other guys, you’re wrong. End of discussion. And if there’s some walking-dead-man out there that needs to get that message, I’ll tell him myself.”

“You’re right. I don’t know what the hell we are. I don’t know what to call this. But you? You’re mine. You hear that, sweetheart? You’re fucking mine. And I protect what’s mine. So, find a way to deal with it.”