Sinful Hearts

SINFUL HEARTS A DARK MAFIA ENEMIES TO LOVERS ROMANCE DARK HEARTS BOOK THREE JAGGER COLE Sinful Hearts Jagger Cole © 2023 All rights reserved. Cover and interior design by Plan 9 Book Design Photography by Ren Saliba This is a literary work of fiction. Any names, places, or incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Similarities or resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or events or establishments, are solely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without prior written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. The unauthorized reproduction, transmission, distribution of, or use of this copyrighted work in the training of AI is illegal and a violation of US copyright law. Created with Vellum CONTENTS Playlist Trigger Warning Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Epilogue Savage Heir Also by Jagger Cole About the Author PLAYLIST Slow Down - Chase Atlantic Dark in My Imagination Lost Track of Time - MTNS Get Out - Frightened Rabbit vicious - Tate McRae Hard to Get - Bec Lauder, Two Feet Angel - Massive Attack City Of Stars - Gavin James Diet Mountain Dew - Lana Del Rey Waiting Game - BANKS Keep Yourself Warm - Frightened Rabbit My Moon My Man - Feist Hypnotic - Zella Day Shameless - Camila Cabello bury a friend - Billie Eilish Francesca - Hozier Moaning Lisa Smile - Wolf Alice The Joker - Steve Miller Band Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me The Horizon Someone To Forget - ARMNHMR, Lights 715 - CRΣΣKS - Bon Iver Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron Listen to the playlist on Spotify! TRIGGER WARNING This book contains darker themes and graphic depictions of past trauma, as well as mentions of SA. While these scenes were written to create a more vivid, in-depth story, they may be triggering to some readers. Please read with that in mind. 1 ELSA “Whatever you do, don’t fuck him.” "Pardon?” I sputter. Taylor’s comment catches me off-guard, spiking my heart rate and bringing a flush to my face. I quickly tuck the last strand of my white-blonde hair into the black leather and lace mask before I turn to face her. My boss smirks wryly as she finishes adjusting her own mask. Hers is a far simpler gold and matte black piece that just hides the top half of her face—as opposed to mine, more hood than mask, which covers that plus my hair, all the way down to the nape of my neck. Oh, and it has cat ears. I look like some kind of kinky feline Fifty-Shades-themed bank robber. What is my life right now? “Dante. Don’t fuck him.” Taylor finishes checking herself in the floor-length mirror of the sumptuous blood red and gold private dressing room. We’re both dressed similarly, in what I would consider scandalously revealing black cocktail dresses. But Taylor’s assured me—or maybe it was more of a warning—that what we’re wearing is downright conservative compared to what we’ll see once we step out of the private room and dive into the belly of the beast that is Club Venom. Given that Club Venom is an actual, honest-to-God sex club, and she’s a member, I’m inclined to believe her. The difference between us is, Taylor seems to be completely comfortable walking into New York City’s most infamous private playground for the dark and deviant. A place where the rich, powerful, and dangerous come to play. Meanwhile, I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a skyscraper, about to try BASE jumping for the first time. Blindfolded. My pulse hums in my veins. My mouth feels dry. Sweat slicks the small of my back. “Elsa.” I flinch, realizing I’ve been staring wide-eyed at my reflection in the mirror. My gaze flicks over to Taylor to find her smiling. “Hey, I’m just kidding.” Her brows knit. “Probably. It’s just that Dante has a certain…reputation, as you might be able to guess.” “One that I’m sure has nothing to do with his reputed mafia connections, wealth, good looks, and the fact that he owns this place.” Taylor grins, taking a sip of the champagne that the staff opened for us when we were ushered in here to get ready. “Ah, now there’s the sharp legal mind I hired you for.” I grin back, taking a bigger gulp of my own champagne than perhaps I should. But it calms my jangling nerves, at least a little. “To be clear, I don’t actually think you’d screw a potential client, Elsa. I just want you to be prepared. He’s a bit of a charmer…” she frowns. “Okay, he’s a lot of a charmer. And given that he’s…” “Outrageously good-looking?” She chuckles, but even though she turns away, I can spot the slight hint of pink in her cheeks creeping down from under the mask. I like having Taylor as my new boss. Or at least, as one of my three new bosses, as of ten months ago when I took the plunge and moved across the pond from London to New York for the insanely coveted partner position at Crown and Black. Taylor Crown is the “Crown” in the wildly prestigious New York City law firm, and the “Black” is actually two brothers—Alistair and Gabriel. They’re both great, too. But it’s Taylor who’s really taken me under her wing. We’re here tonight for our first official sit-down with Dante Sartorre, the majority owner of Club Venom and Crown and Black’s newest potential client. It’s