Page 162 of Twisted Mafia Vows 2: Nico & Serenity
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“What?”
“I was craving it before we got kidnapped.”
A laugh escapes me.
Only my wife would survive an abduction and immediately start thinking about food.
“Sure.”
Her smile widens.
She slips her hand into mine.
Still strong.
Still stubborn.
Still standing.
Like I said before. I married the right woman.
“Soul food it is,” I say.
THE END
