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

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.”

No, I guess I don’t have the guts to kill my father. I take a deep breath, aim at his thigh, and pull the trigger

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

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. The world we live in is a fucked-up thing.