Page 110 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

I kept my stare firmly on Ivan. “All right, Delaney. I’ll be right here, baby.”

“Yeah, he’s going to call Gia,” Ivan chuckled, his eyes roaming over Claire as she walked away.

“We’re locked in, boss,” Glacier said over the earpiece.

I stepped deliberately into the room crowded with explicit debauchery. Ivan trailed close, smirking knowingly. “Thought you were a faithful husband.”

“In my wife’s presence, I’d never blatantly disrespect her. We’re in an arranged marriage, and sometimes, I just need to get some outside pussy. Think I’ll order some when my wife goes to sleep.” I glanced over my shoulder, “Where’s Polina?”

He rolled his eyes. “She’s in the hallway at the balcony watching the show. She’d never join an orgy.”

“Since you sleep with other women, do you let other men fuck your wife?” He was feeling around trying to see if I’d let him have her.

My eyes darkened as they met his. “No one can fuck my wife. That’s my pussy.”

Across the room, a blonde in a sparkling red gown beckoned enticingly. I smiled, accepting the invitation.

“If my wife returns, tell her I had a business deal to handle. See you in a little while. Or maybe not.”

Ivan clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Go get her, slugger. We’ll discuss getting Claire back later.”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I walked toward the woman. The asshole certainly wasn’t playing with a full deck if he thought my cousin would give up any information.

“What’s going on?” I asked over the earpiece.

“Two of Ivan’s bodyguards are waiting outside the restroom,” Pyro responded.

Approaching the blonde, I pulled her close. Her gray eyes glittered knowingly as her arms circled my neck.

“He’s still watching,” the blonde stated.

“Is he now? Let’s give him a show.” My hands roamed her waist, drawing exaggerated laughter from her lips.

“Serigé says you have his men at your disposal,” she whispered.

I grinned. “Perfect.”

“He left,” she finally murmured, relieved.

“Good.” I twirled her around.

She grinned from ear to ear. “You want to fuck here?” She asked so those around us could hear.

“No, I’m looking for more of a private party.”

“Darya give you private sexy time.” She teased in a thick Russian accent, pulling me toward the door with a wink.

I smirked as she led me through a doorway. We entered a small room where she pressed her hand against the wall, revealing an opening.

Darya pulled a twenty-two from her thigh holster. “That bastard needs to be taken care of,” she said as the wall closed and the floor began to move.

What the hell? We were in an elevator.

“His wife killed one of my friends. Serigé runs a neat operation—enjoy his girls, pay, and leave. Polina caught Ivan with Alina, and...” she paused, tears in her eyes.

“Polina shot her in the face.

I shut my eyes tightly as the elevator came to a halt. “I’m sorry for your loss.”

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