Page 80 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Now, Vino, that’s the perfect ending to a beautiful engagement.”

I smiled. “Your pizza’s downstairs in the warmer.”

Her eyes lit up. “Thank you, baby.”

“I’ll put your hair up. After I get you cleaned up, you can eat your pizza.”

Claire’s smile stretched from ear to ear.

I waited, anticipating the moment when Claire would mention she missed her period. I knew that once she did, she’d wonder how she got pregnant if she was still taking birth control pills. I was just digging a deeper hole for myself with the Angelo shit and now possibly getting her pregnant without her knowledge.

I grabbed a hair tie from the drawer and returned to the shower. Pulling her tresses into a high ponytail.

“Tomorrow you and I are going to have a talk over dinner.”

Her eyes widened. “Is it about what happened tonight?”

I kissed her lips. “Tomorrow night, we’ll talk.”

What would Claire do when I finally told her the truth?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CLAIRE

VinohadbeencaughtupinthewarwithMichelangelo, so our planned discussion the day after we got engaged never took place. I assumed he was going to inform me that the situation with Michelangelo wasn’t calming down anytime soon and that we’d have to postpone our wedding. That was fine; I didn’t mind waiting.

However, he seemed unwilling to delay having a child. I couldn’t understand the urgency for an heir. Were his parents putting pressure on him? With everything happening, I hadn’t even met them yet. I was certain I’d meet them before the wedding, and I was curious to see if his father was an older version of him.

Despite the war eating up most of his time, Vino never missed a chance to remind me who I belonged to. Some days it was slow and intense, other days it was brutally passionate. He took me like he’d murdered twenty of his enemies and pissed he hadn’t killed the main one. We had morning sex before I worked in my home studio or headed to my New York studio. And he gave me midday dick for lunch in my office. Then back to business whatever mafia bosses actually did.

Since the tension with Michelangelo escalated, Vino rarely stepped foot in his high-rise office. He didn’t want to risk anyone’s life. Instead, he handled most of his deals remotely. I didn’t ask questions. But at some point, I’d need to know what those deals entailed just in case I ever had to step into his world and handle business myself.

I smiled at how I’d embraced my new life. Knowing my fiancé was a dangerous mafia boss excited me. He was fine as hell, and the way he adored me made it even more thrilling. The first day he brought me to the house we’d share, I laid on the comfortable bed in the all-black bedroom, thinking I’d have the energy to cook dinner and fuck my man, but he had exhausted me over the weekend.

This morning, before leaving for my studio in New York, I made breakfast. My usual morning meal consisted of bacon and pancakes. I prepared the same for Vino, but I added a couple of extras for him, such as eggs and fried potatoes.

Although I loved strawberry jam and toast, the smell of jam upset my stomach. I took a tray up to Vino, who was still asleep. He had been coming home later and later each night.

After my shower earlier, I tossed on one of his t-shirts. It was so long I looked like I was wearing a dress. It stopped right above my knees. I loved wearing Vino’s clothes. I felt closer to him.

“Vino, wake up,” I singsong as I nudged open the bedroom door.

He pulled the Glock from under his pillow as he sat straight up, looking around the room. “Someone in the house?” he rasped, chest heaving.

My eyes dropped to his tattooed chest, the sheets hanging low on his hips.

“No, I made you breakfast.” I smirked.

He slid the gun back under the pillow, exhaled, and raked a hand through his unruly dark curls as he leaned back against the headboard.

I placed the tray over his lap, the scent of crispy bacon curling in the air.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“You’re welcome.” I smiled.

He tugged at the hem of the t-shirt, drawing me closer. His nose brushed my mound as he inhaled me deeply before trailing his tongue along my wet folds.

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