Page 87 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“You look so free when you come,” he groaned as he released deep inside me.

Vino gently lowered me to my feet and adjusted his clothes before scooping me up into his arms and carrying me back to the house.

“I can’t be with you, Vino,” I sobbed into his chest.

My wounds were fresh and raw. He was like two men—two halves I had let in, each making me feel both vulnerable and safe, only to later betray my trust.

“Your bodyguards will take you wherever you want to go.”

I was happy he didn’t try to fight me on this. Even though I wanted nothing to do with his world anymore. A world I grew to love. Pain struck my heart.

“I want new bodyguards. They betrayed me too,” I sniffled.

“They kept you safe. Those men would lay down their lives for you. They stay,” he insisted.

A shiver ran through me.

When he reached the top of the steps, he lowered me to my feet.

“We’re still getting married next month—a few days after my birthday,” he said as he continued toward the master suite.

I ran my fingers through my hair and snorted, “You’re fucking delusional if you think I’ll marry you.”

He met my gaze and replied, “This is the fucking underworld,” punctuating his words by pointing at the floor.

His blue eyes were icy—cold and unyielding.

“The only reason that motherfucker Ivan didn’t put two in your pretty fucking head is because Gia protected you. Yeah, I’m selfish. Had to have you to my fucking self. I did things my way. Brought you into my dark world without your knowledge. But let me remind you. Just last month, you witnessed a murder, correct?”

Arms crossing my chest, I stared blankly at him, refusing to answer his question.

“Claire, I am a fucking boss. My job is to protect my family and my men. If anything happens to them, I take care of their families.”

He inched closer. “By right, I’m supposed to blow your brains out and be done with it. Because you aren’t supposed to leave after witnessing what you did.”

His words sent shivers all over my body. Tears streamed my cheeks because I was witnessing the monster so many did right before they died.

His large hands cupped my face, and I stood stiff as a board while he peered into my soul.

“You compared me to that slimy piece of shit who wants to lock you up and then parade you around whenever he feels like it, all because he’s got a wife. Make no mistake: if he ever got his hands on you, that’s exactly what he’d do. You’re my fiancée—the only woman I love. You will be my wife. There are no other fucking women. I’m flying to Russia to kill that motherfucker. So go sulk. Hate me if you want. I don’t give a fuck. Just know that you’re going to be my wife.”

He released me and walked deeper into the bedroom.

I stood there in shock, his cum trailing down my legs. Sulk? He told me to go sulk. What a fucking asshole.

I stormed into the closet, ripped the stunning engagement ring from my finger, and set it on the shelf.

That arrogant jerk thought I’d still marry him. I furiously shoved clothes into my suitcase.

Shit, I needed to wash his cum off my body. Once I reached my destination, I’d take a shower. I exhaled deeply, tying my hair up into a messy bun with an elastic band. As I left the closet, I glanced to my left and saw Vino in the shower. His forehead rested against the wall, water streaming over his tattooed back and that huge member between his legs.

I headed down the hallway to the nearest guest bathroom. I couldn’t believe Vino became my benefactor in January. I’d known him as Angelo since February. I squeezed my eyes shut as a tear slipped down my cheek. For three and a half months, he was Angelo to me, and for the last two months, he had been Vino.

He manipulated me. I couldn’t ignore that.

You can’t, huh, Claire? The man created a shell company so he could financially bank roll your life.

I palmed the edge of the counter and sighed.Another rich man throwing his money around because he was obsessed with me.

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