Deadly Little Sparrow (Mafia Bound #1)

by K.M. Neuhold

Not that giving up control is always a bad thing. It’s all about context, and let’s just say that I don’t trust whiskey to respect my safeword.

Just once, I’d love to meet a man who knows how to back up all his bark with the right amount of bite. Maybe that’s just the hopeless romantic in me.

Would it be inappropriate to propose to a man while he’s in the middle of threatening someone’s life? It would be a hell of a story to tell at our wedding, if nothing else.

Maybe a marriage proposal is too much, but what’s the etiquette on buying a man a drink after stopping him from cutting out someone’s tongue with a broken bottle?

I sigh heavily. I fucking hate disposing of bodies. The fluids, the dead weight, it’s the murder equivalent of folding laundry. The job is done, why are there now more chores being added to my list? Except, you can’t just leave dead bodies piled in baskets in your bedroom until you get around to dealing with them. Looking at you, Dahmer.

the vulnerability hasn’t been locked away just yet. It sends a final little shiver through me, this one settling in my chest and making my heart ache with the absolutely insane thought that this man somehow needs me. Maybe part of me needs him too. But Benny still needs me more.

This man’s submission makes murder feel about as exciting as filing my taxes.

I look back and forth between the two of them, trying to do math that refuses to math no matter how hard I try to force it.

“Tomorrow morning, we’re going to have another sit down with Enzo and the guys and make a plan. Can you wait that long?” “It’s like murder edging,” he complains. “But yes, fine.”

There’s no denying the man is hot, but I doubt he could cut a biker’s throat without flinching.

I feel like a can of soda that’s been spun around on a tilt-a-whirl, ready to fucking blow.

“I love you, you terrifying murder marshmallow.”