Page 109 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Claire shivered softly. “Angelo…” she whispered.

Ivan watched her hungrily. Polina rolled her eyes impatiently.

“You men love black women. So what if she has pretty skin?” Polina remarked.

“Don’t forget the best intoxicating pussy,” I said bluntly, lips teasing Claire’s neck.

Polina gasped indignantly.

Ivan chuckled nostalgically. “Black women are total freaks. My college girlfriend was fucking perfect.”

This guy sounded so stereotypical. Just because she was black didn’t make her a freak.

“Shut the fuck up about her,” Polina hissed.

Ignoring his wife entirely, Ivan said. “Angelo, persuade your cousin Gia to bring her back.”

Polina’s voice turned deadly. “You bring her here and I will kill her.”

I wanted to hold Claire close, but I couldn’t. We had to stay in character.

“No, the fuck you won’t,” Ivan roared.

Damn, the asshole really was obsessed with the future Mrs. Romano.

My brows drew tightly together as I straightened, staring Ivan down coldly. “Why would my cousin have anything to do with your college girlfriend?”

Ivan’s lips curled bitterly. “Because your cousin helped her disappear.”

“My cousin only protects women who are in danger,” I stated firmly. “We don’t deal in sex trafficking or domestic abuse—just coke and guns. Coke and guns,” I laughed darkly.

Ivan dismissed me with an arrogant wave. “She was mine. My property.”

I pointed sharply toward Polina. “She’s your property.”

Polina laughed bitterly. “I’m his wife. There’s a difference.”

My eyes narrowed; gaze locked on Ivan’s smug face. “You don’t want Polina as property. Hell, you don’t want her at all.” A deep chuckle escaped me.

Polina lunged forward furiously. “You know nothing!”

Claire swiftly stepped between us, her voice fierce. “Don’t touch my husband. It’s not his fault your husband doesn’t love you. Mine worships the ground I walk on.”

Ivan leaned uncomfortably close, sniffing Claire’s hair. Rage boiled inside me.

We were all about to die. Because I was about to toss his ass over the balcony.

I yanked my fake wife back, stepping aggressively into Ivan’s space. “I’m not sure what the fuck is up with you two. Don’t bring my wife into your shit. I love my wife. And I’m not sharing her pussy with any fucking body.”

The cold press of a gun barrel met my spine. My pulse quickened, though I remained composed.

Ivan raised a hand casually. “Relax, Raffie. Just a misunderstanding.”

The weapon withdrew. Ivan’s eyes darkened oddly. “She’s wearing the same shampoo as Claire did. It brought back memories.”

“My wife isn’t a substitute for your ex,” I growled, stepping back protectively.

Claire leaned close, kissing my cheek softly. “Baby, I’m heading to the restroom.”

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