Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife
he straightened up, glaring down at me through the tip of his nose.
That very same nose cracked when my knuckles collided with it. He stumbled a step back, palm pressed on his bleeding nose. Hunter, standing two feet away from his cousin, pulled out his gun, cocking it. Klaus’ voice calling his name halted him before he could aim the gun at me.
Hunter glanced at his boss, who shook his head.
“Let her through,” Klaus said.
Kai glared at me as I skirted past him. Hunter flinched when I plucked the pea-size patch from the collar of his leather jacket, his brows creasing. “What the fuck is that?” he asked, his frown deepening.
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