Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

Over the years, my brother’s made sure my aim is impeccable by secretly taking me with him on his shooting practices.

I hope this comes into play and she gets to participate in some action.

I watch the crowd of people “attacking” the buffet tables, piling their plates with food and chatting loudly.

No need for that quotes, we understand the metaphor.

“Now, let’s clear up a few things,” Mikhail says. “You touch my wife again, in any way, I cut off your hand. I hear you speak badly about her, I cut out your tongue. You dare to even think about hitting her ever again, I cut off your head. Am I clear, Bruno?” Instead of answering, my father just stares, his eyes wide like a madman’s. “I don’t think you heard me, Bruno. How about now?” Mikhail takes the handle of the letter opener that’s still embedded in my father’s hand and starts rotating it. “Yes!” “Perfect.” Mikhail stands up and heads toward me. “Have a nice day, Bruno.” I throw a look at my father, who’s staring at Mikhail’s back, smile, and follow my husband out of the room.

I love them both already.

It reaches almost Lena’s feet.

Error

I pull out enough dollar bills for amount shown on the register

For THE amount