Broken Whispers (Perfectly Imperfect, #2)

by Neva Altaj

It’s been so long since I’ve wanted to feel a woman’s bare body next to mine, but now I do. And for someone with skin contact issues, that’s a highly disturbing realization.

“Is Anton back?” “Yeah. We caught another guy from the same gang. Anton has him in his truck. He might know something. How much time do you need to finish with this one?” I put the coffee down and take the gun from the table. “Move away.” Yuri takes a step to the side. I aim and shoot the Albanian at the center of his head. “There. Finished. You can bring in the next one.”

“It would be best if you go. I’m not sure how much crap my sleep-deprived brain can deal with at the moment. Roman doesn’t like my way of showing displeasure.” “Like trying to cut off Shevchenko’s hand when he asked for better terms?”

I shake my head. “Call me if you need anything.” “I will. Let me know if you change your mind about that tank.”

She has been stealing my clothes. By my current calculation, she has taken at least four T-shirts, my favorite hoodie, and one dress shirt so far. And it looks like she’s decided she needs another hoodie for her collection.

“You know, I’ve noted at least twenty men undressing you with their eyes since we got here,” he whispers, and suddenly, his finger enters me. “I don’t like that, Bianca.”

“He wants you to text him the list of people who were involved in you getting shot so he can kill them. He said he’s free this weekend.” I sigh and shake my head.