Page 96 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

The mafia underworld didn’t care if I despised my ex-fiancé. I needed to stop calling him my ex because, clearly, this man seemed determined to carry me down the aisle as he promised.

Honestly, I missed sleeping beside him. I was nearly ready to give in.

Four tall, solidly built men entered the Atrium.

“Claire, I want you to meet Tony Magarelli. He’s my cousin and takes care of problems for our family,” Dillon said as Tony extended his hand to me.

“You seem to handle issues for the Romanos too, given you provided Vino with a prosthetic mask?” I raised an eyebrow, withdrawing my hand.

Tony let out a hearty laugh. “I warned him that might backfire.”

My sister Hope and I had exchanged texts a few times a week. Once I found out she was involved in this mess, I told her to stop talking to me and to contact Vino if she needed anything.

“Yeah, my wonderful fiancé crossed all sorts of boundaries,” I said through clenched teeth.

Dillon gestured to a dark-haired man and another with tattoos climbing up his neck. “This is Luca and Marco Esposito. They’re the mafia bosses for their family.”

I shook their hands one by one. “Nice to meet you both.”

I turned my gaze to Luca. “I didn’t get the chance to thank you and your wife for helping Vino that night.”

“It was no trouble. You can thank my wife in person; she’s here.”

Excitement quickened my pulse.

“This is my brother, Dominic Magarelli,” Dillon said.

“He’s campaigning for governor.”

I shook his hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Vino’s finally settling down. It’s hard to believe,” Dominic laughed.

“I don’t want to marry him,” I retorted sharply.

Dominic laughed, pointing at me and glancing at the others. “She’s quite the character.”

No one believed me, or perhaps it didn’t matter what I wanted. I was marrying into this life.

“Time for you to meet the mafia wives,” Dillon said, guiding me toward the kitchen.

As we entered, laughter filled the room, and their eyes turned to me.

A tall woman approached. Dillon kissed her on the lips. “I’ll leave you ladies to get acquainted.” He strolled out of the kitchen.

“Claire, it’s great to see you again. I’m Sierra Dillon’s wife.” She extended her hand in greeting.

“Oh, right, we met at the masquerade ball,” I replied, as I shook her hand, remembering the night when I thought I was on top of the world.

Another woman stepped up and stopped beside her. “I’m Emoni Esposito, Marco’s wife. We also met that night.” We shook hands.

“Nice to see you both again,” I said with a smile.

Three other Black women approached.

“Claire, I’m Nadine Magarelli—Tony’s wife.” I shook her hand warmly.

“Nice to meet you.”

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