Page 44 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Rage surged up my back. I was determined to uncover exactly what that asshole from her past had done to her.

“You can,” I assured her.

She edged back slightly, took another sip, and gripped my cock that hardened under her touch. “I want you, Vino.”

“Be a good girl later, and maybe I’ll let you ride my tongue.”

Under hooded lids, Claire fixed her gaze on me. Her moan followed, husky and laden with promise. “Yeah?” she moaned.

“Yes,” I confirmed, glancing over her shoulder. “Your friends found your table.”

She arched an eyebrow. “You don’t want to join us?”

“I’m good right here. Enjoy your time with your friends.”

“Excuse me, Vino,” Vix interjected.

I pulled away from Claire.

Leaning in close, he whispered, “There’s a problem in the men’s restroom downstairs.”

“I’ll take care of it,” I said.

Vix returned to his post.

“Vino, why so much security tonight?” Claire asked.

“I’ll explain tomorrow.” I was prepared for her to flip out after our talk. And if she did, I’d have to tie her to my bed.

“Does it have something to do with you being a ruthless businessman?” she prodded.

I smirked. “Yes, it does.”

“I’ll make sure the server brings a few bottles of Louis XIII.”

She grinned. “Thanks.”

As Claire moved toward her table, I headed for the stairs. One of her assistants, Roleta or something, kept shooting me flirtatious glances. I wasn’t about to let that horny assistant come between me and my soon-to-be wife.

Xavier trailed close behind as I entered the restroom. A few men were lingering at the urinals, chatting casually. I paused by the mirror just off the urinals, waiting for the other men to finish and leave. Outside, Xavier stood guard, ensuring no one else entered. A few chuckles echoed off the walls as some men exited.

A lone guy moved to the sink, his hands splashing under the running water. I shifted across the room, my eyes narrowing on Lark, a hulking presence striding toward the exit. I called out, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Out clubbing while your boss is at war, huh, Lark?”

The man at the sink tore out of the restroom.

Lark glanced up from his phone. A cocky smirk lifted his brown cheeks. “Did you really think we’d hide indoors from you and your brother?”

I shot back, a sly smirk tugging at my lips. “I just didn’t expect you to show up at one of our clubs.”

Lark’s smirk faltered for a split second before he recovered. “This isn’t your club.”

“One of my uncle’s shell companies owns it. It might not look like it belongs to the Romanos, but it does,” I explained.

He scoffed. “What the hell do you want, Vino?”

My grin widened, dark intent sparkling in my eyes. “I’m here to send a message to your boss.” Before he could react, I lashed out with a right hook that smashed into his jaw. He barely flinched, as if shrugging off the blow.

He retaliated with a punch. I shifted to dodge, but his fist found its mark, snapping my jaw back and sending a burst of blood into my mouth. I blinked rapidly, struggling to regain my bearings.

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