Sinners Consumed: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Sinners Anonymous Book 3)

Her cheeks are wet and warm against mine. She brushes her lips up my jaw and over my mouth, and whispers against it.

“This one is free.”

“Raphael Visconti is a massive dickhead,” I drawl, reading it out in my best bored tone. “Wow, how long did it take you to think of that tagline?”

“The advertising agency said I wasn’t allowed to use ‘cunt’.”

“I’m surprised they let you put it up at all.”

“Mm. Nico pulled a few strings. Oh—but he insists I tell you it wasn’t his idea.”

I glance down at her, amusement filling my chest. “Who’s idea was it then?”

“Tayce’s, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

In my suit pocket, my cell starts to buzz. Then it buzzes again and again, and I have no doubt it’s everyone within a ten mile radius asking me about the coast’s latest landmark.

Penny shifts beside me, pressing her quilted body into my side. “Are you mad?”

I laugh, wrapping my arm around her. “I’m impressed, baby. You even found a picture of me mid-blink. I thought my PR team erased all of them from Google.”

“Raphael Visconti is a massive dickhead,” I drawl, reading it out in my best bored tone. “Wow, how long did it take you to think of that tagline?”

“The advertising agency said I wasn’t allowed to use ‘cunt’.”

“I’m surprised they let you put it up at all.”

“Mm. Nico pulled a few strings. Oh—but he insists I tell you it wasn’t his idea.”

I glance down at her, amusement filling my chest. “Who’s idea was it then?”

“Tayce’s, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

In my suit pocket, my cell starts to buzz. Then it buzzes again and again, and I have no doubt it’s everyone within a ten mile radius asking me about the coast’s latest landmark.

Penny shifts beside me, pressing her quilted body into my side. “Are you mad?”

I laugh, wrapping my arm around her. “I’m impressed, baby. You even found a picture of me mid-blink. I thought my PR team erased all of them from Google.”

“You’re not believing hard enough.”

He runs his thumb over my bottom lip and gives me a humorless smirk.

“It’s a work in progress, Queenie.”

“Come here.”

I don’t move. First of all, why the fuck should I? He’s got legs too. Second of all, “come here” means I have to go ‘“over there” and “there” is where bad decisions are made. External factors, like his hot hands that know exactly where to touch me, make all rationale bleed out of my brain.

I’m safer over here.

my breathing and relax my thighs, because I know not only will I not survive this, I won’t make it past the next five seconds at this rate.

Look at me.” Through blurry eyes, I meet his soft, green gaze. “I’m your hotline now, Queenie. All your mundane thoughts, all your ramblings: they’re mine. I want them all, no matter how trivial. Do you understand me?”

I can only nod.

That night in the phone booth, you told me you’d never been in love before. If you’ve never felt it, how do you know?”

I close my eyes. I’ve got too many words and not enough ways to order them. How do I know? Because saying it aloud is as easy as breathing. Because even the mention of her name lights my skin on fire. Because she’s my first thought in the morning, and my last at night.

Because I just. Fucking. Know.

I swallow. “Because even though I’m unlucky with you, I feel even unluckier without you.”

“Do you have a vase?”

“What?”

He glances at me, amused. “For the flowers.”

“Um, no?”

“Figures. A jug?” He surveys my off-white counters, squinting in displeasure. “A bong?”

His passive-aggressive dig at my apartment brings me back to my senses. “I have a trash can you can use. You can throw yourself in it too, if you’d like.”

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.

I swallow the thickness in my throat and whisper my truth.

“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.”