Sinners Anonymous : A Forbidden Love Dark Mafia Romance

“You hoping to fall, or fly?”

I pull away from him and gaze over the edge. His grip tightens on my waist, as if he’s worried a strong gust of wind will blow me over it.

“Fly,” I announce.

I turn back to him, loving how his eyes twinkle under the moonlight. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. I’ve already fallen.” I pause for dramatic effect. “Fallen in love with you.”

He stills, then shakes his head in disbelief. “Fucking hell, I think that’s the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said.”

“See? Not good for me. Ever since I met you I walk around with a permanent hard-on

“And you’re not very good for me,” he growls

A few days ago, Angelo surprised me with a letter. It was from the Northwestern Academy of Aviation, letting me know that my place at the school was still valid, on the condition that I passed the final exam I never got to sit

“Mama always believed in fate. It was a fortune cookie that brought her to the Coast in the first place, and the exact same fucking fortune brought me back here, too. I thought it was to find the cunt that killed her, but now, I realize it wasn’t. It was to lead me to Rory. This is Mama’s way of telling me she’s here today.”

“No, it’s her. The girl who sold me the fortune cookie in San Francisco

“You.”

She stills. Her gaze thins. “Do I know you?”

Big blue eyes. Wild red hair. Freckles that pool together when she scrunches her nose at me.

I’d recognize this girl anywhere.

We need to call the wedding off.”

My turn to scowl. “Not a chance in hell. What makes you say that?”

His gaze shifts around the rows of white chairs, the rose-covered arbor at the end of the dock, and the dozens of lit candles floating on the lake. “I have a bad feeling about it

I know how much she misses confessing her petty little sins, but from now on, that’s all they’ll ever be—petty. Because any real sin she wants to commit, I’ll do it for her. I’ve managed to somewhat fill the void by letting her listen to the sins that come in to the hotline, which she finds fascinating.

“Yes,” I smirk, rubbing my palms down the length of her arms. “It’s the phone booth from the cliff