Broken Vows (Volkov Bratva, #1)

by Nicole Fox

“I can be wherever I like,” he shouts. “This is America, isn’t it?” “It is, but this is a private restaurant and our insurance does not cover diners being back in the kitchen, so I have to ask you—” “Oh, say can you see by the dawn’s early light!”

there is a final gunshot and then silence. “Finally,” I mumble, pulling her close to me. “I may kiss my bride.”