Precious Hazard (Perfectly Imperfect, #11)

by Neva Altaj

“I’m going to make your life a living hell.” “Of that, gattina, I don’t have the slightest doubt.”

“You died.” His voice is so quiet, it hardly qualifies as a whisper. “For a minute and forty-seven seconds, your heart stopped. And during each of those one hundred and seven seconds, I died a thousand deaths. It fucking broke me, gattina.”