Champagne Wrath (Orlov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

“When I want your advice, I’ll ask for it,” Paige snaps. “Until then, I’ll thank you for sticking to what you know. Judging from your appearance, that seems to be botched plastic surgery and low self-esteem.”

“It’s not your place to be curious about matters that don’t concern you,”

I’m your wife, Misha. You gave me a ring and said I could never take it off. So I won’t. But guess what? If I can’t take it off… neither can you.”

But when I walk into our bedroom, she’s at her desk and surrounded by paperwork. This is one of those rare times when I wish she would consent to being a kept woman and save the work for me.

“Really, Niki,” Mom says, sounding horrified. “Must you be so crass?” She smiles and lifts her chin. “Apparently, I must.”

I’d be happy to. After I feed Petyr to the sharks and those babies are delivered safely, I’ll support you from the back, from the bottom, from your knees… As much support as you need.