Page 59 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Calm down,” Xavier told her. “You’re scaring the customers.”

“Don’t use what I said about you on me,” she bit out.

Xavier chuckled.

What had I done? Made a love connection. I shook my head.

Her brown eyes met mine. “Thank you. I’ll give my phone number to Xavier. If you ever need a personal shopper again. I’ll be happy to help. That’s the only reason he should ever call me.”

I heard Xavier smack his lips in the background.

Did they know each other? I’d have to ask him when he returned.

“Thanks, Monica,” I said before disconnecting the call.

Monica might have a new side hustle shopping for Claire’s lounge wear, even though my woman designed and sewed most of the clothes she wore.

I had a major surprise for Claire after dinner. She’d probably lose her shit. But I would be ready.

After an hour nap, I woke up and called Vince.

“How are we looking in the streets?”

“Grim, big bro. That motherfucker tried to take an entire block out in our territory.”

I gritted my teeth as I rubbed my brow. “We’ll hit him just as hard tonight.”

“We sure fucking will,” he bit out.

“On a brighter note, how are you and Claire doing?” He asked.

I smacked my lips. “I can’t believe you pushed me to tell her who I was.”

“What? It wasn’t like you were going to do it.”

“Vincent, yeah, I was. Today.”

He chuckled. “Well, if you hadn’t busted the bottle over that motherfucker’s head, I wouldn’t have had to push you.”

I changed the subject. “I’m taking my soon to be wife to meet mom and dad on Wednesday. Make sure you’re there.” I sipped my drink.

“Family dinner. Wouldn’t miss it,” he added.

“Keep your eyes open,” I said.

“I’m focused. Talk to you later.”

I disconnected the call.

“Boss,” Glacier called from the front door.

“Yeah, come in.”

His hulking six foot one frame walked into the room. His brown hair was tucked under a dark baseball cap.

“Sir, we have something for you in the meat locker.”

My lips tipped up at one end. “Great.” I tossed the contents in my glass to the back of my throat, then sat the empty glass on the coffee table.

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