Sven's Mark: A Dark Mafia Romance: Juric Crime Family - Book 1 by Rae B. Lake

Author:Rae B. Lake [Lake, Rae B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-08T18:30:00+00:00

18

Sven

I hate her.

I hate her and everything that she is doing to me. I don’t think I have ever been tortured so thoroughly. When I show her the message from Dagger about the target being taken out, I thought she would be nicer to me, hell even show a little bit of appreciation. Except this feels more like she is taking joy in my agony.

"What about this one?" She asks as she turns around in front of me with the millionth sweater.

"It’s fine." I reply without looking at her. When I told her that I was going to be the one to go shopping with her I assumed she would pick up a few packs of underwear, some jeans, a dress or two and that would be it. We’ve been at this for 8 hours and parts of my brain feel like its dribbling out of my ears.

"You were the one that said you wanted to go shopping with me. I’m more than perfectly capable of shopping on my own."

"You are also known for trying to make a run for it when you are left on your own as well." I reply gruffly.

"If I weren’t here against my will maybe you wouldn’t have to worry about that."

"Yeah," I look pointedly at the numerous bags already piled in the corner, "You look like you are having a horrible time." I shake my head and go back to my phone.

I can feel her staring daggers at me, but I don’t need to look up. I hear her walking back into the dressing room, probably to try on another sweater that looks exactly the same as the first million.

She must have spent at least 3000 dollars on just clothes alone. It’s not the money that I was concerned about, I have more than enough for anything that she would want to buy. It’s the indecision. She picks one thing up and puts it back to pick up another. Only to go back to the first one and compare it to the second. Then she finds a third one that looks nothing like the first two and decides that’s not good enough. I feel like I’m in my own personal level of Hell.

"Does this make the experience a little better for you?" She says from where she is standing in front of me, a snarky smile on her face.

I look up from my phone for a second and my jaw nearly drops to the floor. She is standing barefoot in a short dark blue dress. It’s a satin material and it hugs every single one of her curves that I want to touch. Curves I want to taste. Curves that belong to me. Curves that she is showing the entire fucking store.

"Get the fuck back in there and put some clothes on." I growl out at her. The smile that was on her face drops off and she burns crimson before she turns to walk back into the small dressing room. I take a few breaths to calm myself down and follow behind her.

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