Page 108 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Ivan chuckled as he glanced at Delaney, clearly amused, before turning to his bodyguard. “Boris, test it.”

Boris swiftly tapped out a line on the back of his hand and sniffed deeply. He straightened instantly, nodding appreciatively. “It’s pure—high quality.”

Ivan’s face split into an eager grin, greed evident in every feature. The fool wasted no time sampling my family’s renowned product.

Though drugs weren’t my business, Eon had insisted I always keep some handy—a potential bargaining chip in moments like this.

“Enjoy,” I said coolly. “Pleasure meeting you both.”

“Have a wonderful evening,” Claire added graciously.

I needed to get her away. As I’d whispered in her ear earlier, I’d felt her trembling. Being this close to Ivan and Polina clearly reopened deep wounds.

As we made our way upstairs, I pulled Claire protectively against my side. “Are you alright?”

She sighed shakily. “I just want it done.”

“Want what done?” Ivan’s voice sliced through the air behind us.

The slimy rat was on our heels.

I glared over my shoulder. “Why the fuck are you in my wife’s space?” I snapped.

Polina’s expression was amused, and Ivan looked completely spaced out. I was pretty sure he wanted to sleep with my wife.

Claire quickly squeezed my forearm. “Please excuse my husband. He’s frustrated because I keep asking him to handle my cousin, who’s been blackmailing me.”

Ivan’s eyebrows shot up. “She wants you to take out her cousin? You’re in the mafia, so what’s the problem?"

See, I rest my case. Walking scumbag.

“He’s still her family,” I growled, turning to continue upstairs.

Ivan snapped his fingers dramatically. “Ah yes, the mafia code. We Russians aren’t burdened by such sentiment.”

Polina’s sinister smile underscored his cold words. They were pure evil.

“Her cousin will be dealt with appropriately,” I said darkly. “I’ll chop off his hands. How’s that sound?”

Claire nodded grimly. “That sounds fair.”

The heavy scent of sex—latex and lube—assaulted our senses as we entered the hallway. Inside the lavish room, elaborate orgies unfolded shamelessly. Leather-clad women paraded men around like animals, pulling on dog leashes attached to their collars.

Despite our past indulgences at private sex clubs, this wasn’t our scene. Claire and I never mingled.

“I have an idea,” Ivan said, leaning against the wall outside the room.

I raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

“We swap wives.”

“I’m not interested in fucking your wife.”

His eyes narrowed. “Is my wife not good enough for you?”

“I’m not into pasty women.”

I kissed Claire’s cheek. “I love a woman with beautiful brown skin.”

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