Page 116 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Ivan scanned the room, searching for Claire.

“I was in love. So I told my men she was off limits. Yup, I wouldn’t allow anyone to meet my soon to be woman. When I finally met her, she said she didn’t believe in love. Just hookups. I was crushed.” I paced.

“She’s fucking beautiful, I thought. I mean, in my mind, she was my wife. I know that’s a little possessive and obsessive, but so what. My heart broke into a thousand pieces. She didn’t want to be with me or any other man.” I ran up close to Ivan and pointed the hammer sideways in his face.

“Because of you!” I yelled. “She gave up on love. Thought all men would treat her the way you did. You slimy piece of shit.” I brought the hammer down on his other knee. The sickening crackof bone brought me solace.

“Oh, how I waited for this day. I told my baby. I’d get you.” I pointed the hammer at Polina.

“That I’d get both of you.”

I ran my hand over my bouffant cap. “It took a lot to earn her trust. I admit, I screwed up, too. I might have tampered with her birth control pills and gotten her pregnant—but everything I did was for love. I don’t desire any other woman.”

“That’s not what… you said… in the orgy room,” he groaned through the pain. “You said you wanted… outside pussy,” came the retort.

I let out a maniacal chuckle. “Ivan, that was for your benefit. I don’t need to fuck every woman I see. You’re nothing but pond scum. There’s only one woman meant to ride this dick, and that’s Claire Manning—soon to be Claire Romano.”

Ivan thrashed in his restraints. “No!”

“Gorgeous, join me.” I called.

I stepped aside, watching Ivan’s face contort as Claire appeared.

Claire appeared, dressed in black cargo pants and a matching tee.

I pulled her into a kiss, deep and possessive.

“Fuck,” I growled.

“Vino,” she moaned. Her fingers lightly touching my bruised face.

“Tonight, I want to be fucked with that big dick.”

I winked. “Oh, baby, you know I’m going to fuck you until you’re coming all over my dick.”

Ivan howled in rage.

“Fucking no. You can’t be with him. I searched everywhere for you,” Ivan shouted, his blue eyes wild.

I grabbed a black butcher apron from a nearby chair for Claire. “Let me get you dressed first.”

“I have to give it to you—Claire coming to Russia as Delaney was genius. If you’d arrived as yourself, I would’ve killed you this time,” Polina sneered.

Claire smiled as she straightened the bouffant cap on her head. “I remember telling you I wanted nothing to do with your man. And yet, you still tried to kill me.”

She pulled on a pair of blue surgical gloves. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to sew again. Sometimes I lose feeling in my arm.”

I hadn’t realized she’d lost feeling in her arm. I wasn’t one to harm women, yet I felt an urge to strangle the bitch.

“You were perfect,” Claire said to Ivan, tears slipping down her cheeks. “I never thought you’d hurt me.”

“I never wanted to hurt you, Claire. My father told me I had to let you go—he said marrying Polina was best for the family. At some point, I snapped. I couldn’t bear the thought of another man touching you, fucking you,” he roared.

“Like I do every night,” I interrupted with a chuckle.

“Shut the fuck up,” Ivan spat.

I’d let him talk shit. This was Claire’s time to be heard.

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