Sinners Condemned

No good ever comes from a redhead in a stolen dress with her whole life packed at her feet. I should`ve known Penny Price was trouble the moment smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. I thought the only thing she stole was my watch. Little did I know, she also started a war. Because the second her muddy boots stomped down the stairs of the club, my empire began to crack. My cashmere charm is fraying. My gentleman`s mask is slipping. My enemies can smell the weakness. Penny Price thinks she`s dragging me to hell. But she doesn`t realise - hell`s exactly where I belong. After all, it`s wonderfully warm among the flames…