Page 104 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Thank you.”

Claire dashed over to Lativia, throwing her arms around her neck in a tight embrace. The two shared a brief, excited girl moment before Claire stepped back, gesturing appreciatively at Lativia’s striking honey-blonde hair, styled into a fierce, coily mohawk.

Lativia was slender and agile, quick and lethal. She could expertly handle nearly any weapon and had a remarkable talent for knocking opponents off their feet. For four solid years, she’d worked closely with me and Vince, taking on some of our toughest jobs. Now, her loyalty was exclusively to Claire.

“Thanks, Lativia,” Claire beamed brightly.

“You got it, Boss chick,” Lativia replied warmly.

Claire did another little dance.

I pulled her close. “When I first saw you in that video last year, that smile. That dance. I wanted to recreate those over and over again.”

“Aww, thank you, Vino.”

Her lips pressed against mine.

After making sure Tony didn’t need anything, I grabbed Claire’s hand and led her to the bedroom. Closing the door, I peered down at her. “You took something off.”

Her brows lowered in confusion. I pulled the yellow ring box out of my inner blazer pocket.

I removed the engagement ring from the box and shoved it onto her ring finger. “Don’t ever take this off again,” I warned.

“Just because we’re here together, Vino, doesn’t mean all is right between us.”

“Don’t take it off,” I growled.

“I’m going to take a shower.” She turned on her heels, grabbed some essentials, and strolled into the bathroom.

I considered following her into the bathroom and fucking that attitude right out of her, but exhaustion weighed me down. I hadn’t had a full night’s sleep since Claire and I lived under the same roof.

Rubbing the fatigue from my eyes, I kicked off my boots, my mind churning with countless ways to end Ivan’s miserable life. I shrugged off my blazer, removed my shoulder and waist holsters, and dropped everything onto the nearby burgundy armchair. All my weapons went onto the nightstand except one—my favorite stayed under the pillow, always within reach. Protecting Claire and myself was a habit I’d never break.

Settling back against the pillow, I allowed my heavy eyelids to close. A short nap would refresh me just enough to keep going.

“Fuck, I muttered.

And she moaned.

I had dreamed about Claire every night. Most times, she was riding my dick or sucking it.

It felt like she was sucking the skin off the head of my dick. “Claire,” I growled.

Her fingers juggled my balls.

I fisted her hair. That was when I realized she was real.

“Baby, shit, you’re sucking it so damn good.” I sounded like the biggest suck up.

But this woman had paid attention when I taught her how to suck my dick to my liking.

Sucking the head like a lollipop. Where did she learn that move?

My brows lowered as I gripped her hair. “Drink every fucking drop of my cum, Mrs. Romano,” I roared as I exploded in her mouth.

I released her and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Gorgeous, that was good. Maybe too good.”

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