Sasha (Belles & Mobsters, #6)

by Eva Winners

“What’s your name?” I had no idea what made me ask. I figured if I was straddling him from behind, I should at least know his name. “Moye Serdtse.”

“You could have gotten me some socks, cheapo creepo,” I snapped as I laced them up.

Then to sweeten the deal, there was one bed for the two of us.

Hell freaking yeahhhhh

I glanced at the artist who was inking Branka’s teeth into a permanent mark on my skin

“Ya tebya lyublyu, kotyonok,” I whispered into her ear. It was the first time I said ‘I love you’ to a woman. Any woman.

Wrong dictation but still cute

“Kotyonok, I am so far past the love phase, it’s not even funny. You are my life. You are my breath. You are my everything. I waited seven years. I wanted you to come into your own before I pulled you into my madness. I can’t wait anymore.”

“The heart beating inside my chest,” he said, his voice like gravel and full of emotions, “it’s yours. It’s been yours for a long time.”