Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
“Okay. First of all, he’s insane. Second, he’s probably into you in that crazy enemies-to-lovers w*****d way, but like... with mafia daddy energy.”
“This isn’t a romance novel,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
“No, it’s not,” she agreed. “But you’re definitely the main character.”
I looked up at her, deadpan. “You’re not helping.”
Naomi sighed. “Sorry. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. I mean... you’re clearly spiraling. You’ve got wine on your sweater, chocolate on your lip, and you’re being hunted by your sexy half-mafia husband.”
I threw a couch pillow at her. “He’s not sexy!”