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

“That’s my uncle. He was twelve years younger than my father. Almost as
close to me in age.”
Mara turns, understanding that this photograph is the reason I brought her in
here.
“He looks just like you.”
“That’s not the only thing we had in common.”
She crosses the detritus blanketing the floor, her boots crunching on splinters
of wood and glass. Sinking down onto the slashed sofa, she says, “Tell me
everything.”
I sit next to her, my weight causing her to slide closer until her thigh rests
against mine.
“My uncle Ruben was the only person my father ever loved. My grandparents
had him accidentally, late in life. He was wild and unruly, and they didn’t
know what to do with him. My father was the only person he would listen to,
at least some of the time.”
Mara sits up straight, hands clasped in front of her, eyes fixed on my face,
like a child enthralled by a fairy tale.
“My family’s money came from hotels and breweries, but by the time Ruben
came along, most of it had been parceled out or frittered away, so the
Blackwells were no longer truly rich. Meaning, my grandparents still lived
well, but there was only a modest trust fund waiting for their sons. My father
used his to start his venture capital firm. He offered Ruben a job, but Ruben
didn’t want it. He waited till he turned twenty-one, got his money, then
fucked off to LA to spend it. Around that same time, my father married my
mother.”
Mara interrupts, “How did they meet?”
“Have you ever read The Great Gatsby?”
Mara nods.
“It was like that. She was from a level of wealth that made the Blackwells
look poor. My father wanted her from the moment he laid eyes on her. She