There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

I grab his arm, muttering, “This stuff is too expensive.”
He takes my hand, pulling me toward the fitting room.
“You don’t know anything about money. This isn’t expensive—it’s pocket
change.”
That only makes me feel worse.
The economic chasm between Cole and me is far wider than any of our other
differences. We both lived in hundred-year-old San Francisco houses, but
mine was a moldering shack and his a literal palace. The more I step into his
world, the more I see how little of it I understood from a distance. He knows
everyone in this city, everyone that matters. They’re intimidated by him, they
owe him favors.
He can accomplish things with a snap of his fingers that I couldn’t manage in
a hundred years. Even people who don’t know the Blackwell name, like this
woman waiting on us, even she falls under the spell of the effortless
confidence that tells her Cole is someone of value, someone who must be
obeyed.
I have never been someone of value.
Not to anybody.
Not even to my own goddamned mother, the one person on this planet who is
supposed to give a fuck about me.
I’ve had friends, but I was never the most important person in their life, the
sun in their solar system.
As fucked up as it sounds, the first person who truly took an interest in me …
was Cole.
His attention can be coercive and selfish at times. But I want it all the same.
The man who never cared about anyone is fixated on the girl nobody gave a
shit about.
In some twisted way, we’re made for each other.