Page 90 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

The warehouse lights blurred as I fought the crushing weight of guilt and fury.

Hopefully, before I drag her down the aisle, I’d be in a better place mentally. I wasn’t sure how to fix things between us. Would we end up sharing a house we couldn’t call a home and barely speaking to one another? When I returned from Russia, I knew I’d have to move past the hurt and try to rebuild our relationship.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CLAIRE

Two days after walking away from Mr. Mafia Boss, I found myself on Fifth Avenue—armed with his black card and a heart full of spite. First, I’d gone online and ordered six custom sewing machines for my business. Then came retail therapy. I bought three Hermès Birkin bags at thirty thousand each, and since I had a weakness for oversized Gucci and Louis Vuitton bags, I purchased five for myself and four for others.

I even stopped outside the Gucci store to give two bags to random women, a gesture I repeated after leaving the Louis Vuitton shop.

One of the women, overwhelmed with thanks, asked, “Are you ok?”

It was kind of her to show concern.

I replied, “No. I’m a woman scorn, taking it out on my ex-fiancé’s black card.”

A few days ago, I shopped for a few items at Walmart. It was nearly impossible to shop in secrecy with my bodyguards around who missed nothing. After learning they worked for Vino, this entire time, I was angry. I no longer shared casual conversation with them; instead, I simply issued commands like, “Take me here,” “Pick up my lunch,” or “Build a bathroom in my warehouse.”

Vino was right. Renato and Amadeo protected me every day. Even now with their boss being my ex fiancé.

There I was, ringing up six pregnancy tests, with shampoo and conditioner added on just to make the purchase of all those tests feel acceptable.

I remembered how Vino stared at me in his office each time he told me he was obsessed with me. He looked at me like I was his world. His blue eyes were full of love for me. There was no doubt that he loved me. I wasn’t sure while we were apart if he could touch another woman.

Porsha mentioned that Vino had frequented one of his strip clubs lately, a tidbit gleaned from Vince. It seemed she was trying to pry information from him about what Vino and I were going through. Every time I tried to confide in her, I broke down in tears.

Trying to process all that Vino had done messed with my head.

The love of my life met me at a sex club for months, pleasing me with his tongue. The thought of how hard that man worked to make me come was enough to get me off every night while we were apart. I knew I shouldn’t have thought of him sexually. But he dick whipped me. No other man could fuck me the way he could. The truth was, I didn’t want anyone else to ever touch me again. I craved only Vino.

We returned to the suite at the Ritz Carlton. My bodyguards took turns guarding the door. They shared the room across the suite with two beds inside.

I remained on my side of the suite. After drinking half a gallon of water, I peed on several pregnancy test sticks. Ten minutes later, I sat on the floor, legs splayed with the pregnancy test sprawled out. I checked each test, then leaned back against the tub. They all had the same result: pregnant.

My breath caught. He’d done exactly what he set out to do. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I had no idea how I’d be ready for my fashion show in Milan. This man was maddening. How could he do this to me? I had told him we’d try for a baby after we were married, but that wasn’t true. I intended to wait until after the fashion show.

I was going to the abortion clinic. My career was most important.

The air inside the car felt like lead as Renato rolled to a stop in front of the clinic.

“I’m asking you not to call your boss and let him know I’m here,” I said, glancing back and forth between them. “That’s the absolute least you two can do.”

“We won’t call him,” Renato grumbled.

He was clearly displeased happiness was a rare visitor in his world. It always seemed like he carried a cloud of doom and gloom around him. He was an attractive man, just happened to be a grouch. That man needed to get laid, but how could he when he was stuck guarding me every minute of every day?

Amadeo slid out the passenger door and then yanked open the rear one. I stepped out and walked casually toward the building. The early morning sun warmed my bare shoulders.

Thankfully, there was light foot traffic this early in the morning.

“You’re really going to abort the boss’s baby?” He asked as he held the door open.

I peered up at him. “Why yes. I didn’t ask for a baby. Your boss took it upon himself to tamper with my birth control pills. Now here we are.”

A few other women were waiting in the lobby. After signing in, I tried desperately to clear my mind, but images of that dazzling engagement still flared inside me. Along with memories of the morning he boasted about his robust swimmers. That memory stoked my anger. He knew full well he had gotten me pregnant.

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