Page 99 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Call and ask him yourself,” he ordered.

“Really?”

“Yes, good night,” Claire.”

So grouchy.

I should’ve asked Amadeo, but he was guarding the door. And I wasn’t allowed to open it. I ran to the front door and knocked twice.

“Yes?” He asked through the door.

“Where is Vino traveling to?” I whispered.

I felt like I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear one of my bodyguards say it aloud.

“I’m not allowed to disclose that information,” he stated.

They were making me call him, damn it.

I walked into my bedroom, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and tapped on the contact labeled “Imposter.” My heart was pounding as I pressed the call button.

After three rings, he picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi Vino, I asked my bodyguards where you’re heading. They wouldn’t tell me.”

“Good, they finally did their job,” he replied with a sneer.

That was a dig at me since he only found out about the clinic visit after the fact.

“Are you going to Russia?”

Silence.

“Yes.”

“When are you leaving?”

“Claire, why does it matter?”

“I need to go with you.”

As much as I wasn’t ready to face my crazy ass fiancé, I needed to see this through.

“You should stay here.”

“Please,” I pleaded. “You know what I’ve been through. Don’t take this away from me.”

“Are you serious?” He exploded.

His harsh tone hurt.

“I don’t want to argue, Mr. Liar. Mr. Secret Life. Mr. Two Identities.”

“Bring an evening gown. I’ll tell Renato to have you at the airport by four a.m.”

A small smile formed on my lips. “Thank you, Vino.”

“Uh, huh.”

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