Page 21 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Margo’s nostrils flared. “I’m calling security.”

I leaned back, flashing a wicked grin. “Do it, and Maddie will personally introduce you to the pavement outside that window. We’re only twenty floors up.”

Margo’s face went ghostly pale.

What could I say? In the mafia, we learned young. Maddie was an exceptional soldier. When it came to dealing with women who believed they were invincible, we dispatched women from our family or female hit women who worked for us to take care of the situation. My mother would’ve loved to get her hands dirty, but I wasn’t ready for her to know about Claire yet. She’d insist on meeting her.

Maddie, though? She was perfect for this. She wouldn’t hesitate.

“Vino, show her the video. I want to see her reaction.” Maddie’s thick Jersey accent sharpened her words.

I held up my phone, playing the footage. It showed one of Margo’s male models standing by a computer, browsing designs on the desktop with Margo.

“Vicky will love these designs,” Margo’s recorded voice cooed.

She slumped back in her chair, her mouth agape. “How did you get that footage?”

I smirked. “Doesn’t matter, Margo. But if you ever steal designs again, your precious son’s sealed criminal record will magically find its way into the public eye. Harvard will toss his ass out without a second thought.”

Maddie stood and rounded the desk in one swift movement. She grabbed a fistful of Margo’s red hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met.

“Ouch!” Margo shrieked.

“Tell Mr. Romano you understand.”

“I—I understand,” Margo rushed out.

A devilish smirk spread across my lips. “Good.”

Maddie slammed Margo’s head down onto the white marble desk. A sharpcrackechoed in the room as blood trickled from her forehead.

“Ahh!” she cried out.

Maddie leaned in, her grip tightening as she whispered into Margo’s ear. “I want you to fuck up. Give me a reason to show up where you least expect it. I promise I’ll make it unforgettable.” Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief.

I pushed back my chair, standing. “Maddie, let’s go pick up that Louis Vuitton bag you had your eye on.”

The flash drive Margo had plugged into her computer. It had already installed a virus. I didn’t need to do anything else.

Maddie would get her chance to play with Margo. Just not today.

I had a date with Claire tonight.

Earlier that day, before meeting Claire for dinner, I had to handle a problem at one of the liquor stores in my territory. It wasn’t a busy time, but I had men stationed at several businesses under our protection. One of them called to report that two men had stormed into a liquor store on Passaic, trashing the place.

My blood simmered. The audacity. My enemies knew these shop owners had been paying the Romanos for years, yet they still dared to move in.

The decorative sconces cast a warm glow as I strolled down the hallway toward my condo door.

“Hey, fellas,”I smirked, coming to a stop before them.

“Good evening, Mr. Romano,” Renato greeted.

“Hello, sir. I’ll take those,” Amadeo said, smoothly relieving me of the paper bags.

“How’s everything tonight?” I asked.

“Quiet,” Renato replied.

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