Sasha: A Dark Mafia Romance (Belles & Mobsters)
Sasha: Chapter 3

I had done plenty of things wrong. Plenty of stupid things. And more than enough fucked up things too.

This, on the other hand, felt right.

Stalking Branka Russo brought a strange kind of peace. She had been the first thing that made me feel something good in my entire life. It was a different kind of feeling from anything I had ever felt before.

Like I found something that was mine and I wanted to hold on to it. Or maybe those gray eyes had grabbed ahold of my tarnished soul, and now I’d never be the same.

I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

Even worse, she was quickly becoming an addiction. It only took a day, but it took me a whole week to realize it.

Branka and her friend walked through the park, snacking on some pistachios and sipping wine. It made no fucking sense to me. Maybe it was a Canadian thing.

They sat down on an empty bench and tilted their faces to the sun.

Whatever they were talking about had Branka’s pursed lips tipped up into a blinding smile. The smile wasn’t for me, but it sent something surging through my veins. Her hair glittered under the California sun – shades of red, brown, and honey in perfect balance.

The moment she threw her head back and laughed, something in me shifted.

Except I couldn’t tell whether something had been broken or repaired.