Sinners Anonymous : A Forbidden Love Dark Mafia Romance

He drops me onto the passenger seat of his car and leans against the door frame. “Yeah. A capo needs a wife. Guess I choose you.”

But that’s the thing about plans: they change.

Angelo Visconti isn’t a knight in shining armor, he’s a monster in an Armani suit.

“Aurora.” I come to a reluctant stop and tilt my head to the sky.

“I don’t care what Alberto says. Wear your hair curly.”

I live for living dangerously in a place that barely lets me live at all.

“Dad wasn’t the hero you thought he was,” I say quietly.

He stays silent, his jaw as hard as steel.

“And Mama?”

I pull my collar up, dig my hands into my pockets and get ready for the fall chill.

“Mama was a fucking saint, and don’t you ever forget it.”

The smallest towns have the biggest secrets

Breaking that promise to her is a sin that has weighed me down ever since

true love doesn’t exist. It’s nothing but hope in a different form.

But I don’t hate you