Vice & Virtue: Part One: A Prohibition Era Mafia Romance

EOIN The first time I see her, she’s been broken—by the sort of cruelty I myself enforce. She knows exactly who I am and what I’m capable of. But I won’t let the sins on my hands or the darkness in my heart touch her. Her uncle’s murder pushes us closer, and I can’t bring myself to let her go. Even though it’s all wrong. Because she’s a beacon of light in a dismal world. An angel. Because she’s mine.

EVELYN They say he’s a monster. The Irish Devil. To me, he’s a shadow living in the periphery of my life, pulling strings and crossing off names. A man with a reputation that colors him various shades of red. When I see him covered in my uncle’s blood, I believe every rumor I’ve ever heard. But the Irish Devil won’t stay away. He’ll ruin me in the end. And while every bone in my body warns me otherwise, I don’t think I’d mind.

No sense in fearing Death when he’s walking straight at you.