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He was out for revenge. She was out to break him. Falling in love was never part of the plan.
Disgraced FBI agent West Sinclair has one goal—revenge. Once the rising star of the Organized Crime Unit, he lost everything when his partner betrayed him for Boston’s most notorious crime boss, Julian Russo. Now, West is determined to bring Russo down along with his right-hand man, Dante Moretti. And if that means using Dante’s spoiled, sharp-tongued little sister, Aria, to do it? Even better.
Aria Moretti is no fool. She knows exactly who West Sinclair is when he struts into her nightclub. He wants to play games? Fine. She’ll play along— just so she can humiliate him like her brother did before. But as West turns on the charm, Aria finds herself drawn to the very man who should be her enemy, and what starts as a dangerous game of manipulation quickly spirals into something far more intoxicating. Something real.
West should walk away before he loses himself completely. Aria needs to cut him loose before he destroys her family. Yet neither can resist the temptation.
When secrets unravel and betrayal looms, West and Aria will have to choose: their loyalties… or their hearts. Because in a world where love and revenge are two sides of the same coin, trusting the wrong person could cost everything.
Sinner bridges the gap between Deadly Lies and Deadly Games in the Moretti SyndicateTrilogy
Star-crossed lovers on opposite sides of a mafia blood feud…
If my family ever learned the truth, it would mean his death.
My hands trembled as I touched them to my lips. The kiss had been a sweet kind of danger, a roguish wink of sea glass eyes beneath that unruly mop of hair. Alfie Doyle looked like he was in the business of breaking hearts, not heads. Certainly not causing turf wars. But my father wouldn’t differentiate.
Alfie was the enemy. A McTiernan by affiliation, if not by blood. And I was a Moretti by fate, with a duty to my family. There was only one thing I could do.
I would keep him a secret.
My Irishman who courted me with black roses.
