Champagne Wrath (Orlov Bratva, #2)

by Nicole Fox

“There’s no way I can wear this. I look like a pregnant stripper. I look like a Winnie the Pooh sex doll. I look like Shrek ate Shrek.”

I made myself uncomfortable for him without even considering what I wanted. I’ll have to unlearn that.

Quick as a flash, she presses the tip of the blade gently against my chest. “Dead,” she pronounces solemnly. “And your gravestone will read, Should’ve been more afraid of his wife.’”

“Unless you want to take this ring and put it on Konstantin, I suggest you fill me in.”

His hands slide under my dress until they find the knife strapped to my thigh. “Were you planning on using this tonight?” “I thought about using it on you when you were being an asshole earlier.”