The Mafia's Nanny (SPG)
“G-Good morning, Lev—”
“Oww… that hurts.”
She frowned, twisting to look at him over her shoulder. Lev was pouting, his face pressed against her back.
“You didn’t call me ‘husband’,” he said, his voice playful but firm. “I called you wife—so you have to match me.”
Marimar couldn’t hold back her smile, letting out a soft laugh. “Since when did Lev Dmitri Romanov get so clingy? I thought you were a tough, feared mafia boss?” she teased, turning back to marinate the chicken she’d set out.