Page 29 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“All right, that’s enough,” Vino stated.

“Dex, tell Claire goodbye.”

“Nice talking to you, Claire. Enjoy your night.”

“It was nice to meet you. Goodbye, Dex.”

Vino took the phone off speaker. “We can talk about that info I asked for tomorrow.” He disconnected the phone.

“Where were we?” He asked.

“About to enjoy this meal.” I grinned.

“Let me tell you about this time Dexter and I got into trouble.” He smiled as he reminisced on the memory.

I laughed at his crazy story over dinner. It sounded like something out of a mafia movie. The story was a much needed distraction.

Two hours later, I walked him to the door still wearing his shirt. He refused to take it. The man looked so sexy in just a suit jacket, slacks, and dress shoes.

A week had passed without any word from Vino. That was exactly what I wanted. Right?

It turned out it wasn’t.

Every day, I ate Angelo’s lunches and thought about Vino. I fucking missed Vino.

Maybe it was time to reset my life again. I’d text Angelo and tell him to stop sending the lunches. “Claire, what would you like me to do with this design?” My assistant Roleta asked.

“Take the dress up on either side of the thighs and scrunch the material.”

My gaze flicked to the confrontation at the door between one of my bodyguards and a woman before returning to the design in front of me. “I want it to look sexy and edgy.”

Roleta grinned. “I love that. This will be perfect for the club.”

I chuckled. “I know, right?”

“All right, I’ll get it done.” She hurried off, eager to complete her task.

Meanwhile, the woman at the door threw up a hand, slipping past my bodyguard, Amadeo.

I watched her approach, her stride confident. “Hello.”

Amadeo followed, his presence looming behind her. “She claims you two have unfinished business. Do you want to see Polina?”

My heart thudded painfully in my chest, and a sharp wave of anger surged through me. “Give us a moment, Amadeo.”

Polina didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as me, but if she’d found me, I was in serious trouble.

Amadeo moved just out of earshot, thankfully not going too far.

“Yes, Polina,” I said through clenched teeth.

“Look who’s got a little snark going on,” she chuckled.

I tilted my head to the side. “I’ve never been the bitch to fuck with. When you’re dealing with people who don’t play fair, it forces you to suppress your true self.”

Her blonde brow arched. “Are you implying I used my power?” she whispered in a thick Russian accent, just for me to hear.

I ignored her question and plastered on a fake plastic smile. “How did you find me?”

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