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Sinner, Savior
Avril Ashton
Book two in the Brooklyn Sinners series.
Gun runner Pablo Castillo has cemented his reputation in the gun trade as callous and
cold-hearted. Personal feelings no longer matter, not with everyone out to make him a
sacrifice on their way to the top. He remains untouchable, until a meeting with a rival
gang leader and a new deal brings him face-to-face with temptation.
Dev is the right hand to a sadistic bastard out for blood and glory. He hides his true
feelings of distaste for his boss, not the least of his many secrets. He could’ve sworn those
secrets were safe, but after meeting Pablo he’s not so sure. The two men come together in
a heated affair neither can deny, battling themselves, each other and a deadly enemy
bent on spilling blood. Pablo and Dev will have to stick together or walk away from a
love neither man expected to find. The choice should be simple. It never is.
Sinner, Savior
Avril Ashton
Dedication
For you, the reader. Thank you for reading and reaching out. Nothing makes me
happier… Well, except cake, but that’s a whole other story.
Chapter One
Pablo Castillo strode through the doors of the damn near deserted Lindenwood Diner
with his lips curled into a smirk. An hour and a half late to a meeting he set up, but he
couldn’t appear too enthusiastic to those bastards. Couldn’t make them think he wanted
or even needed the business they were so eager to provide.
And eager they were.
The two men sitting with their heads together in the corner booth broke off their
conversation, attention zeroing in on him.
Pablo smiled.
The older of the two men, Jeffery York, eyed him with open hostility in those shifty
eyes. Pablo shrugged off York’s anger and focused on the man with him. Considerably
younger. Longish dark hair, bit of a scruff, and tanned skin. As if he spent too much time
in the sun.
Movement in his periphery made Pablo shake his head. Of course York would bring
his goons.
Who in turn brought their guns.
“This is how you do business, Castillo? Making people wait for you?” York motioned
and two men appeared on either side of Pablo.
He raised his hands, turning around slowly. Impersonal hands patted him down.
Someone kicked the insides of his legs to spread them. Pablo held his tongue, keeping his
temper in check while York’s men went through their routine.
When they finished, one of them tapped him on the shoulder, indicating permission
for Pablo to approach York and Pablo murmured a sarcastic, “Thanks.” He slid into the
booth opposite York and his man.
A new face.
“Who’s the pretty face?” Pablo sat back, draping his right arm over the booth divider.
Sure, anyone looking in from the outside would see three men having an amiable
conversation over breakfast, but looks were deceiving.
Pablo didn’t do casual, and especially with Jeffery York, he didn’t do amiable.
“I don’t like having my time wasted, Castillo.” Salt-and-pepper hair gelled down to
his scalp, York grasped a knife, his knuckles ashen, and took his sweet time spreading
butter over his dark toast. The man next to him didn’t speak once, sipping from a white
coffee cup, eyes alert and centered on Pablo.
He should feel flattered by the attention, but all he wanted was a name. “I don’t know
what you think this is, York, but I don’t do business with people I don’t know. Introduce
me to pretty boy over here, or I’m walking.”

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