Divorced But Desired by the Mafia King
“Du bist verdammt verrückt!”
Ah, that one I know. Seeing my daughter's eyes spark with anger at being called "a damned crazy bitch," I step forward, creating another barrier between them as my daughter promises to take “more than a finger if he ever touches her again.”
“Malory, calm…”
“Do you understand me? Eh? Verstehst du mich?” Malory spits, her face pink with anger as she takes a step back, crossing her arms. “You lying piece of shit!”