Bab 34: Chapter 34: We Make a Good Team

Marcell’s POV

“So, is this a normal Friday night activity?” the siren standing next to me asked me.

If the smell of her jasmine perfume wasn’t enough to tempt me, the dress she had picked out was enough to tip me over to seal the deal. If it weren’t for the severity of the situation we were all in, nothing could keep me from acting on the impulses I was feeling.

“I see you took my dress suggestion literally,” I commented.

I refused to let my eyes settle for too long on her bewitching body. She was a black widow wrapped in a scarlet thread, hip cocked to the side, a coy smile teasing her lips. Her brown eyes sparkled with fire that only called for me to dive in headfirst.

But if there was anything that my cousin’s love life taught me was that we Russo men would never be able to love women like them, not as long as people like Aldo and Penelope existed. As long as they breathed life on this earth, there was no future.