Page 51 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“What’s wrong?” Claire asked, swaying side to side.

I couldn’t tell her I got her hair wet. I’d have to call Luca and Lexis. They’d know what to do.

“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked as I placed the detachable shower head in the holder.

She chuckled. “Before or after you beat the man up, who flirted with me?”

I sat her on the bench. “Before, Claire.”

Her brows dipped. “Yeah.”

I poured a generous amount of shower gel on the washcloth, then got on my knees before her and slid the soapy cloth up and down her soft mocha skin.

“Do you wash up all the women you fuck?” She asked.

“No.”

Her hooded eyes darted around the shower. “You have a nice bathroom.”

“Thank you. This is just a safe house. The master bathroom at our house is much bigger.”

“Our house?” She questioned.

She pushed her index finger into my chest. “I told you there’s no us after this weekend.”

I laughed. “I’m aware of what you said. You’re still moving into our house on Monday.”

She waved her hand between us. “I’m too drunk to argue with you,” she slurred.

“You’re spinning,” she stated almost incoherently.

That last glass of whiskey must’ve pushed her over the edge.

“Fuck, Claire, hold on. Let me get you to the toilet before you vomit.”

I stood and pushed the shower door open. Her body was covered in suds.

I stepped behind her, hooked my arms under hers, and helped her out of the shower. Luckily, the other shower heads washed the soap on the floor down the drain, so we didn’t slip.

Her body slumped over the toilet. Claire placed her hands on the toilet seat.

I held her curly, wet hair back. Her hair looked much different from when we arrived.

I shouted to my phone. “Call Luca’s phone on speaker.”

Claire’s body lurched forward each time the contents in her stomach emptied into the toilet.

“I feel terrible,” Claire moaned.

“Hello, Vino? What’s going on?” Luca’s voice echoed around the bathroom.

“Luca, I know it’s early in the morning, but I need help.”

“Ok, where do you need me?” He asked.

“My woman Claire is drunk. And while I was trying to sober her up in the shower, her hair got wet. I think her hair textures similar to Lexis’s.”

Luca chuckled. “You got her hair wet. You’re dead, man.”

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