Broken Whispers: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Perfectly Imperfect Book 2)

want a parakeet, Daddy! Please, please can I have a parakeet? Sisi, Bianca, Daddy said I can have a parakeet! Can we go buy a parakeet now? Daddy, when are we going to buy my parakeet?”
Wonderful. I sigh. “Okay. We’ll go buy a parakeet next week, Lena.”

Five yards from the door, and looking right at me, stands a little girl in a pretty pink dress, her dark hair gathered in pigtails at the top of her head. She can’t be more than three or maybe four, and she’s the spitting image of Mikhail.

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 missed the action, you know?”

I know that smile. We’re fucked.

fucked-up world creates fucked-up people. I’m probably one of them, too, because I accept my reality for what it is.

“Never underestimate the power of woman’s vanity.

The silent types are always the most dangerous.

Ya lyublyu tebya vsey dushoy, solnyshko …Ya ne pozvolyu nikomu zabrat' tebya. – I love you with all my heart, sunshine… I won't let anyone take you away.

Ty luch solntsa v pasmurnyy den’ – You are a ray of light in a cloudy day.

Dusha moya - душа моя (my soul, soul mate)