CAMILA
I should’ve known better than to fall for a man like Salvatore D’Angelo.
He’s the kind of man Vegas writes warnings about — sharp suit, sharper tongue, blood on his hands and fire in his eyes.
But he looked at me like I was more than a lounge act with a pretty face.
He touched me like I wasn’t broken.
And when I gave in — when I let him taste every secret I’d buried — he made me believe that maybe, just maybe, I could be something more than collateral damage.
Now I’m in too deep.
And if the truth about what’s happening under The Omertà comes out, it’ll destroy more than just us.
It’ll get people killed.
SALVATORE
I didn’t mean to fall for Camila Diaz.
But one look at her and I was f****d.
She’s honey and venom, all curves and secrets, and I’d rather bleed for her than breathe without her.
I swore I’d burn Vegas to the ground before I let anyone touch her. And now I might have to.
Because the lies run deeper than I thought.
Because the blood on my hands is starting to look a lot like hers.
And because I finally found something I want to protect more than my family’s empire:
Her.
This is the second book in the House of Sin Duet. Reading order, To Touch The Devil. To Break The Angel.
