Page 40 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

She stared right through me. “I did. I can’t keep you safe. I already feel guilty letting these guys protect me around the clock. Go live your life, Vino.”

She had no idea snipers were positioned on the rooftop across the street, or that men in plain clothes were stationed throughout the city, watching her every move.

Her lip quivered. “I have to go. I’m meeting my team at the club.”

“Get in the SUV,” I ordered. “We’ll talk.”

“Vino, I just want to forget about this week. I need to have fun.”

I slid her bag and purse off her arm, took her hand, and pulled her into the back seat with me.

“Tonight, I’ll blend into the background and you’ll have fun with your friends,” I promised.

She braced her hands against the front seats. “Renato, take us to Club Magic. Pull around back. I can’t go through the front entrance.”

Inside my mind, I was destroying everything in my path. Who the hell was she hiding from? Polina? Her ex?

“No problem, Claire,” Renato replied.

I fastened the seatbelt around her. A shiver ran through her again. My large hand gently cupped her cheek as her long eyelashes fluttered shut. “You belong to me, Claire. I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe,” I promised.

Her breathing was steady as I leaned in to kiss her. To my surprise, she nipped at my lips, craving this kiss. Claire fucking needed it.

I let out a low groan as my tongue slipped past her lips, meeting hers hungrily.

With an unsteady hand, she pushed against my chest, trying to break away.

I playfully nipped at her lips in return. “We aren’t fuck buddies. Nor is this a fling. You’re my soon to be wife.”

She froze, gasping, “Vino, I-I.”

I can’t believe these words are about to leave my mouth.

“Tonight, let yourself go. And drink as much as you want.”

A huge smile lifted her lips like that was all she needed to erase the world around her for one night.

“Renato, we need to make a quick stop,” I said, giving him the address.

I sent a text to my contact.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“You’ll see,” I replied.

The SUV came to a halt in front of a tall brick building.

“What’s inside?” she inquired.

I unbuckled our seatbelts, took her hand, and led her out of the vehicle and into the building.

A door to the left opened. “Good evening, Vino. How are you?”

“I’m well, Dr. Venezuela.”

I introduced Claire to the doctor.

“I don’t understand why we’re here,” she mumbled.

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