Bloodied Hands by Adelaide Forrest

Ivory:
Love finds you.
That’s why I’m still single, ten years after my high school boyfriend shattered my heart. It has absolutely nothing to do with him.
Or so I tell myself, anyway.
When I’m caught in the middle of a bank robbery, I can’t seem to mimic everyone else’s pure, logical fear. Not me. I’m pissed.
No way am I dying having never known real love.
So when the bank robber takes one look at my face and mutters my name in shock, I’m a little lost.
And then he follows it up with a plea for forgiveness from the devil himself.

Matteo:
I let her go once.
Now, Ivory comes strutting back into my life and making demands like she’s in charge.
She’ll learn quickly enough.
She’ll have to since I’m never letting her go again.
No matter what she has to say about it.