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But therein lies the problem with men like Leander—they don’t ask. They don’t negotiate. They don’t even have the decency to send a “Hey, thinking of pimping you out to a Russian warlord. Thoughts?” text.
Thoughts??
“You’re a storm wearing his daughter’s face. And storms? They don’t bend. They break.” He squeezes my hand. “So break it, koukla. Break it all.”
I just don’t know if I trust him
“Then what’s next? A scathing exposé? ‘My One-Night Stand Is My Mobster Fiancé: A Love Story’ by Ariel Ward?”
😂
“Find Sasha’s kryptonite. Does he have a secret family? A crippling fear of clowns? An OnlyFans?”
An only fans 😭😭😭
Her polka-dot dress is inside-out, her hair defies gravity, and she’s clutching a mug labeled #1 Cat Aunt. I’ve never envied someone more.
“Good morning, ladies!” she chirps
Colt 45 vibes
Gee nods like a bobblehead on a dashboard. “For sure, yeah. Definitely been there. Happens to the best of us.”
For sure
“Thirty magical days,” Lora confirms wistfully. “I was going to be his wife.” “Did he tell you that?” Gina asks. “No. I did.”
Girl 🤣
“No, no,” Gina insists. “I want to hear what happened. You told him you’d be his wife?” “Yeah.” Lora shrugs. “I planned a whole thing with the ringmaster and proposed.”
And WHAT
“You could have fired him.” “I fired something.”
“You chose to be my friend in third grade. Should’ve known that was an unforgivable sin.”
“I’d burn this whole city to find you.” “That’s not romantic; that’s psychotic.” His laugh rumbles through his chest and into my spine. “They’re one and the same, ptichka.”
Sasha reaches down and pulls a knife from his boot. I freeze. Maybe my plan worked too well. I annoyed him to the point of homicide. This is where I die.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun…’” Sasha leans in, rumbling the next line from memory. ‘‘… But he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.’”
“Perfect. Walmart has a great line of granny panties I’ve been dying to try.”
😆😆
I’m crouched in a bare-ass half-squat like a nudist hobgoblin, with a frozen dish towel cramped between my legs,
Hahahahahahahah
Finally, he looks up. “What? I’ll see you later.” “Right. Yeah. Later.”
Rude
“Little bird,” he rasps against my cheek. His breath steams in the cold. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying you enough attention.”
😭😭♥️
“I will keep you safe,” he says fiercely. “You are mine. You’re still getting that ring. Still taking my name. And anyone who thinks they can come between us… They’ll learn what Sasha Ozerov does to threats.”
“Oh, goody.” Her laugh cracks like old porcelain. “The Butcher is here.”
A guttural noise escapes me—part growl, part sob. “She’ll shoot me on sight.” Zoya’s smile curves like her cleaver. “So be ready to duck.”
Go get herrrr
