The Contract (SINS: Dante & Riley #1)

Prologue

DANTE

W hen I was ten, my mother’s father—the really fucking crazy one—took me to a psychic.

“One day, just before your thirtieth birthday,” she said, all wide-eyed and ominous?—

“You, Dante D’Angelo… you will die.”

A completely fucked-up thing to say to a kid, obviously.

And yeah, it messed me up. Worse than any of my lunatic brothers.

Even Enzo.

But you want to know the kicker?

The real mindfuck.

Drumroll, please.

That nutjob of a psychic—the one with three missing teeth and way too many fucking indoor cats…all of them staring at me like reincarnated mobsters…

She was right.