Page 119 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“We’re getting married.” My deep voice bounced off the walls.

Claire’s fingers caressed my jaw. “Yes, we are. And I can’t wait to marry the man I love.”

She had no idea how much those words meant to me.

I kissed her temple. “I’m marrying my obsession. Life is great.”

Claire shook her head. “Baby, just say you’re marrying the woman you love.”

“Nope. I’m marrying my obsession. If another man tries to come between us, he’ll die.”

Claire laughed. “I know he will. And if a woman tries to destroy us, it won’t end well for her.”

“We’re truly a special couple.” I winked.

We burst into laughter.

I leaned down and pressed my lips to her stomach.

Claire’s finger slipped through my curls.

“It’s your daddy. I know you love avocados already. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your mommy eats an avocado salad every day.”

Her hand grew still, followed by soft snores.

She had a long day. It wasn’t everyday you got to kill your enemies.

“Love you, Claire,” I whispered.

I couldn’t wait to marry the love of my life.

CHAPTER TWENTY

VINO

In just two days, I was getting married. But first—I had a maggot to exterminate.

“Oh yes, just like that. I can’t believe it’s been months since you’ve been inside me,” Crista moaned.

“You know I’m in the middle of a war, Crista,” Michelangelo grunted.

I rolled my eyes, watching them from the darkness of her dingy bedroom closet.

“Give it to me, Daddy,” she cooed.

“That’s right. Take this dick,” he groaned, head dropping back in ecstasy.

“I’m about to come,” he roared.

I shoved open the closet doors, Glock aimed and ready. “I don’t think so.”

Crista screamed.

Michelangelo reacted fast. He dove for the pistol stashed under his pillow. Clutching it under his arm, he squeezed the trigger.

A bullet slammed into my chest.

I staggered, but kept my footing. My return fire came quick—two clean shots.

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