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

“The yacht, baby. Hang your stolen clothes up in my closet, make your god-awful lasagnas in my oven. Light your girly candles in every room. I want all of it, all of you. Just come home.”

to get played by a fucking man. I’m an ungraceful winner, sure, but I’m an even worse loser.

And love really is a losing game.

Lust burns.

Love cuts.

But betrayal? It fucking incinerates.