CAMILA
They say Las Vegas is a city for sinners.
I just sing to keep the devils distracted.
The Omertà pays me to smile, to wear silk and pour whiskey into the hands of men who don't look me in the eye. I know how to play the game — how to stay pretty and invisible.
But then he walks in.
Santino D'Angelo.
Six-foot-four of power, silence, and something far more dangerous than lust. He watches like he already owns me. Touches like he's measuring what I'll cost him.
And I? I should've run.
But the way he says my name makes me forget every rule I've ever learned.
SANTINO
I didn't come here to fall for a woman.
I came here to clean up a mess.
Vegas is all smoke and mirrors, and The Omertà is my family's crown jewel of corruption. I've seen a thousand women try to play the part of mystery.
But Camila Diaz isn't acting.
She sings like she's hurting. Smiles like it's a threat.
And when she looks at me, I don't think of consequences — I think of how good she'd look with my name in her mouth.
She doesn't belong in my world.
But that won't stop me from dragging her into it.
Even if I have to burn this entire city down just to keep her.
Book 1 of the House of Sin Duet. Next book: To Break the Angel.
