Stolen Touches: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 5)

Milene.” His eyes are red. “I’m going to bite you. With all my strength.” The gunfire still rages, but I hear now how his voice trembles. “It’s going to hurt, Milene. Very much. Get. Off. Me.”
I smile. “Be my guest. I’m not moving.”
Bullets hit something over our heads and part of the metal construction comes crashing down behind us, sending dust and shards of debris into the air. Salvatore’s breathing becomes erratic, his chest rising and falling at a maddening speed. As I watch, a tear rolls down his cheek.
“Please,” he whispers.

“Damn it, Milene, I’m going to fucking kill you! Get off me and lie on the floor!” he yells at the top of his lungs. “Right now!”
“You’re a damn magnet for bullets, Salvatore.” I kiss his hair and tighten my grip. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve already used up your nine lives, so you’re not getting shot again today.”
His chest rises and falls. Several bullets whizz somewhere close to my head and hit the table further back in the room, sending it toppling to the concrete floor. Salvatore’s body starts to shake in my embrace.
“Vita mia,” he whispers. “Please. Get down.”

“It’s not a cat. It’s the devil’s spawn.

He’s suffering, Tore!”
“I said no, Milene.” Another cat and I will be the one who’s suffering.

Mia’s eyes flutter open and a moment later two amber gazes collide

daughter’s head, brushing back the short blond strands

She will love you,” I say again and press my lips to his. “She’ll fucking adore you. Like I do.”
“You promise?” he whispers into my mouth.

He holds my gaze for a long moment, then closes his eyes. “I’m afraid she won’t love me

“It’s my turn now.”
“She was inside my belly, Salvatore. It doesn’t count.”
“In my book, it does.”

“You had her to yourself for nine months, Milene