Broken Whispers: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 2)

fucked-up world creates fucked-up people. I’m probably one of them, too, because I accept my reality for what it is.

“Never underestimate the power of woman’s vanity.

The silent types are always the most dangerous.

Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy, solnyshko …Ya ne pozvolyu nikomu zabrat' tebya. – I love you with all my heart, sunshine… I won't let anyone take you away.

Ty luch solntsa v pasmurnyy den’ – You are a ray of light in a cloudy day.

Dusha moya - душа моя (my soul, soul mate)

“Even half blind, I can see everything, baby.”

“I love when you pretend you are docile.” He whispers in my ear and starts unbuttoning my jeans

I just shake my head and go back to my seat. I am not going anywhere

“That’s for me,” I rasp, then I aim again—this time at his shoulder—and fire. His body jerks and he falls backward onto the floor. “That’s for . . . my husband.”