Confess Read Online A. Zavarelli (Sin City Salvation #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Sin City Salvation Series by A. Zavarelli

Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)

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Confess (Sin City Salvation #1)

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A. Zavarelli

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A life free from sin. For seventeen years, I have lived and breathed those words. But there is no balm to the war inside my soul.
Until her. The mysterious beauty too lethal to taste. She’s a thief, a con, the essence of everything I loathe. Still, she lures me in with her lying eyes.
In the dark of night, she came to confess her sins, and in the light of morning, I plotted to steal her away.
She will be my ruination. My damnation. My biggest regret.
So help me, God.
A word of advice? Don’t show me your vulnerabilities because I will find a way to exploit them. I learned the hard way to take what I want from life with no regrets. Until him.
He’s one of the most hated men in America. A soulless criminal attorney. A recluse. And as of five minutes ago, my new husband.
He wants to keep my secrets and collect my tears, but he should know that a wild animal can’t be domesticated. I don’t know how to love men. I only know how to leave them.
With everything I want.
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“FORGIVE ME, FATHER, FOR I have sinned.”

The shadow on the other side of the metal grate moved, and the priest cleared his throat. “How long has it been since your last confession?”

I had a difficult time believing he didn’t know, but he always asked that same question.

“Three weeks, give or take.”

A moment of silence passed between us, and I wondered what he was thinking. I wasn’t well versed on the practices of the church, but from what little I knew, this circumstance we found ourselves in was out of the realm of normality for both of us. He was supposed to ask me questions, I was supposed to talk about my sins, and then I’d receive my punishment. But after my first visit here, that had never been the way it went down.

“Speak freely,” the voice on the other side of the wood instructed.

He was patient with me when I didn’t obey. As usual, I never knew where to begin.

“Why don’t you tell me what brought you here,” he suggested.

My fingers moved over the weathered wood bench beneath me. This building had always felt so vast. Too quiet and holy for the likes of me. But in this booth, I was safe. Anonymity granted me the freedom to confess to someone I couldn’t see.

“Have you ever wished that something was a dream?” I asked.

The reply was somber. “Every day of my life.”

The gravity of his statement sounded like a confession, and I didn’t know what to do with it.

“I just finished another job.” My hands wrung together in my lap. “Another con. It was a lot of money.”

The wood from his seat creaked, and I imagined him shifting, trying to process what kind of monster I really was. “How did that make you feel?”

“This isn’t about my feelings.”

“Then what it is it about?”

I closed my eyes, and the image came flooding back to me. My lungs burned. The landscape of my mouth turned to desert. I’d never said this part out loud before, but I needed to. Someone had to hear it.

“My sister suggested we get ice cream to celebrate. We always celebrate after a job.” I tried to will the nausea in my stomach away as I spoke. “I couldn’t even remember the last time we had ice cream together, though. She got bubblegum, her favorite. And it… it triggered something.”

“A memory?” the priest asked.

“The day I got home from juvie, I found her in the kitchen eating ice cream. I’d been gone for six months, and every day, I was sick with fear for her. She was so small. So helpless.”

I heard the priest swallow, and his voice was hoarse when he responded. “You thought it was your job to protect her?”

“It was,” I assured him. “She had nobody else. And when I walked into the kitchen that day, for a split second, she was so happy to see me that I thought everything was going to be okay. I thought he’d kept his word, and she was okay.”

“But she wasn’t?”

I looked at the floor, clutching my stomach as I recalled her eyes. For as long as I lived, I would never forget what I saw there.

“No,” I whispered. “I could see that something had changed.”

“What was it?”

“Her innocence,” I answered. “It was gone.”

“HERE.” I SHOVED A FAT wad of twenties into the cabbie’s palm. “That’s half. I’ll give you double that if you’re here when I come back. Twenty minutes tops.”

He glanced down at the stack of cash and shrugged. “No problem, lady.”

I checked my lipstick in the mirror and swung open the door. It was a chore getting out of the cab in my fluffy white dress, but I made it work.

Outside, New York City Hall was bustling with crowds rushing to their destinations, but they all paused to look at the woman scurrying down the sidewalk in a wedding dress and cowboy boots.

I waved like a princess and even blew a few kisses to a pair of little girls with stars in their eyes. No doubt they were dreaming about their own wedding someday. Hopefully, theirs would turn out better than this one.

A chivalrous stranger with dark eyes opened the door for me, and I thanked him while I rushed past, nearly colliding with my groom the moment I stepped inside.

“Graham,” I squeaked.

“Where have you been?” He glared. “You’re ten minutes late.”

I bit my tongue and smiled. This was the most charming he’d been in the past two weeks, and it only solidified my decision to play him like a fiddle.

“The bride is supposed to be late.” I offered him a wide smile. “It’s tradition.”

“Nothing about this wedding is traditional,” he muttered.

That wasn’t news to me. He couldn’t even spring for a cake or flowers, and he hadn’t invited a single family member to this shotgun wedding of ours. Yet he was deluded enough to believe I actually thought he loved me. The reality was that he was gunning for senator, and he needed to secure a wife for the upcoming political rallies. Family men were always more likable in the public eye.