Keeping my Mafia Husband
“Not someone plain. Like a wall.”
My breathing spikes. I could say a hundred things back, but not all of them would land a critical hit on this near-perfect predator.
“Well…” I start, biting off the edge of my anger, and using the most cliche insult in the book. “If I'm so plain and you’re so hot, why don’t you have a husband of your own? Why are you up here displaying your tits in front of mine?”
“They’re gorgeous tits. They deserve to be seen,” she says, giving them a playful jiggle. “Besides, remember, he’s not just your husband. He’s my brother too. I can talk to him anytime I want.”