Page 94 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Porsha slipped into the seat Jasmine vacated. “Who was that?”

I glanced at the door. I saw Renato’s lips moving. He probably was talking to Vino over the earpiece.

Jasmine approached the door. Renato placed his hand up. He said a few more words, then glared at Jasmine. His eyes darkened as he spoke to her.

“What?” she hollered.

Porsha’s gaze moved to the door, along with the rest of the staff.

“He can’t do this,” she cried.

Renato held the door open as he gripped her arm, helping her out the door.

Porsha’s big brown eyes met mine. “Spill, bitch.”

I chuckled. I told her about the stripper Jasmine Vino was fucking. I had no way of knowing if he fucked her since I left. Or any other women.

“Vince will give me the entire scoop,” she laughed.

I tilted my head. “You two have been talking a lot lately.”

“We’re just friends.” She blushed.

“Just friends sure?” I chuckled.

“Claire?” I peeked up at Renato.

“You don’t have to explain for Vino,” I stated.

He held up a bag. “Your lunch is here.” He placed the bag on my desk.

Tears welled in my eyes. He hadn’t sent lunch in a week. I held back the tears. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said before walking away.

I peeked at my friend. “When are you and Vince going on a date?” I asked to get my mind off Vino.

After she left my office, I glanced in the bag. There was an avocado salad inside. I’d been devouring these for days. I just wasn’t in the mood for greasy food right now.

There was a note on top of the plastic salad bowl.

Claire, I’m going away on a business trip tomorrow. When I return, I’d like to take you out to dinner.

Love Vino

My heart skipped a beat. I hated that I was still in love with him. If he’d been a cheating bastard, it would’ve made it easier to get over him. But he was a thoughtful man who treated me like a queen every time we were together. It would take time to get past him, sabotaging my birth control pills. This time apart was needed.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CLAIRE

Not long after we left work, I realized Amadeo was heading the wrong way. I reached forward and tapped Renato’s seat from where I was sitting behind him.

“Where are we going?”

“Sit tight, Claire.”

“But I have a date with cookies and cream ice cream,” I protested, but he paid me no mind.

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