Page 84 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

“Hey, baby,” Vino said as he walked in.

His eyes fell on the mask I was holding, and just like that, his whole damn face changed.

“What are you doing with this?” I asked, my voice low and tight.

I reached into the drawer and pulled out more masks. They tumbled from my hands onto the desk like secrets exploding into the open.

“You have tons of gold masks. And I’ve only seen this mask on one man. Angelo.” I stepped around the desk, every cell in my body humming.

“Do you know him? Is this some kind of game? Are you passing me between the two of you?”

I yanked off my pretty stilettos and tossed them across the room. Fuck the sexy look. I was beyond pissed. I felt like ripping the shirt off, too, but I was naked underneath.

Vino just chuckled.

He fucking chuckled.

He stepped past me. “No, one’s passing you around.” Vino reached for the cigar I had dropped, took the cutter, clipped the end, then unbuttoned his jacket and sank into the chair.

“Come sit down,” he said, patting his thigh as he lit the cigar.

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not sitting down. Tell me how the hell you know Angelo.”

Smoke curled from his mouth as he looked up at me with that cocky-ass smirk.

“This is what I wanted to talk to you about after we got engaged,” he said. “My full name is Vincenzo Angelo Romano.”

I blinked twice, confused by what he said. “Angelo doesn’t have neck tattoos, and you two have different colored eyes.”

He blew out three perfect smoke rings like he wasn’t ripping my reality apart.

“You didn’t go to the doctor yet to see if you’re pregnant,” he said casually. “Don’t worry. I bought some pregnancy tests.”

“Don’t change the subject,” I snapped. “Did you let someone use your middle name?”

“No. I’m Angelo and I’m also Vino,” he said, taking another puff of his cigar.

“My cousin Noah had an issue with an enemy who attempted to harm your sister, Hope. I assisted them with that issue.”

He knew my sister? I was taken aback; this still didn’t make sense to me.

“My sister never mentioned you,” I retorted.

“She wasn’t supposed to,” he said simply.

“I asked her not to. We were at a charming little diner when I inquired if she had a cute sister. She showed me a video of you.” He stared at me like I was still the girl in the video. “Your smile. Your laugh was infectious.I told her you were off limits and not to mention me to you.”

“Was that around Christmas?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “They were in that charming little Christmas town.”

I swallowed hard, mind racing. “I still don’t understand what this has to do with you being Angelo.”

He leaned back in the chair and puffed the cigar.

And I just stood there, staring at the man I thought I knew, trying to make sense of it all.

He slid a hand over his handsome face. “I dug into your life. I needed to know everything about you before I made my move. I got my friends Dillon and Marco to have their wives, Sierra and Emoni, set up a masquerade ball in your honor. I even called my buddy Tony to craft a prosthetic mask for me, and I wore violet contacts that night. I just wanted a chance to speak with you when you weren’t guarded. You got tipsy. Next thing you know, my fingers found their way into your pussy.” He flashed a cocky smirk.

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