Say I Do (Vitale Brothers, #3)

by Brea Alepoú

“You’re going to pay for that,” I said flatly. Harlow tilted his head at me and smirked. “For what, husband? All I did was remind you that you’re a taken man.

“Sì chiama il mio nome mostricio. Non osare fermarti, cazzo.”

Hope. I should spit on the word. It had no place in my vocabulary.

“Mostricio, non nascondetevi da me. Non eri quello che cercavo, ma sei tutto ciò di cui ho bisogno.”