I snatch the fork from her hand and shove the bite in my mouth. Closing my eyes, I savor the taste of slender, slow-cooked veal, homemade tomato sauce, and fresh Parmesan cheese. Liliya plucks the fork from me and takes her bite.
A small moan escapes her lips.
My cock jerks in my pants. It’s the sexiest fucking sound, and it reminds me of her moans in the shower when I tasted her sweet pussy.
Maybe Benny is right. I should letlife happen.
But one piece of advice I won’t take from him: fall in love.
“Where are we headed now?”Liliya asks, buckling up as I pull out of L’ultima Cena’s parking lot.
I shove my black Ray-Bans up my nose. “To get our marriage license.”
She wrinkles her nose. “We don’t have that?”
“No.” I flick the turn signal.
“Where do we go to get the license?” She grabs her purse from the floorboard and rifles through it for her sunglasses. They’re bright red, in the shape of hearts, and they look ridiculous.
“City clerk’s office.”
“If it’s not signed yet, does that mean we’re notlegallymarried?”
I ignore her question, not wanting her to get any ideas, and check that the doors are locked.
“I’ll google it then?—”
I snatch her phone from her hand and roll down my window. She dives across my lap to grab it before I launch it outside.
“Rude,” she grumbles, smacking her back against the seat and tugging her phone against her right side, as far from my reach as she can make it. “I just wanted to have a little chat with my friend Mr. Google.”
“You’re signing the marriage license. I don’t give a fuck whatMr. Googlesays.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll kill every person in the clerk’s office.”
She rolls her eyes. “No, you won’t.”
I slam on my brakes. Her phone falls from her hand as she heaves forward.
She slaps her hand on the glove compartment to stop from hitting her head.
I peer over at her. “You want to test me on that?”
She rears back to glare at me. “What’s up with you guys and murdering innocent people?”
I’m not someone who murders innocent peopleever.
I only kill men who’ve wronged me or someone I care about.
If Liliya gives me a hard time signing the marriage certificate, I won’t kill people there. I’ll just hold a gun to her head until she signs.
I park the SUV, and thankfully, she doesn’t give me a hard time during our walk into the clerk’s office. Or when we sign the paperwork that officially binds her to me for the rest of her life.
She’s a Lastro now.
God help her.
