Page 93 of Ruthless Mafia Boss 3: Vino and Claire

Porsha returned and placed our sweet tea in front of us. “Thank you, Porsha.”

She nodded and walked away.

Jasmine took a sip of her tea. “This is good.”

I smiled, waiting for her to answer my question.

“He’s been at the strip club almost every night,” she said.

My heart sank, but my face stayed unreadable.

“He loves watching me perform. Vino’s got a front-row seat to my show.”

The bitch was pushing it. I was two seconds away from shoving my fist down her throat.

“While I was dancing for him, I overheard him mention your name a couple of times to his brother Vince.”

She leaned in grinning. “I’ll be honest, he didn’t mention your last name, so I did a little investigating. I spoke to the bartender/ manager who handles a lot of business for the boss. He told me he’s had him send lunch to Claire Ainsley a few times. I said that name sounds familiar. He said it should. She’s a famous fashion designer.” There was that grin again.

“So you came to my place of business because you’re jealous I’m with your boss?” I snapped.

“I just wanted to put a face to the name of my competition,” she replied, taking another sip of her tea.

I took a swallow of my own drink, trying hard not to jump over the desk.

“Vino only fucks women who look like me,” she declared, flashing a cocky smirk.

“A stick figure. Tiny ass. The only thing big about you are those fake titts. All this is real.”

I gestured to my body. “I guess he got tired of porcelain stick figures and wanted something with a little more meat on her bones.”

I had thin arms but my ass, thighs, and ample breasts always attracted plenty of guys. Even though I wasn’t dating.

“Don’t you have a mouth on you?” She said with a southern twang.

Where was she from, Texas or Tennessee?

“Yes, I do. Especially when my fiancé’s side piece comes to my office to see what I look like.”

Her lips parted in surprise. “Look, you don’t really want him. That’s obvious, because he’s returned to the strip club. I just want to get back to pleasing him. Keeping his mind clear so he can perform his job.”

My eyes darkened. “What job is that?”

I waved her off. “Never mind. Now you know what Vino’s fiancée looks like. Enjoy him while you can because we’re getting married next month. And if I find out you’re still sniffing around for him after that, I’ll take my switchblade and make tiny cuts all over your body. You won’t ever be able to get back up on that pole again.”

Her eyes looked like they’d pop out of her skull. “You little black cunt.”

She was probably from Texas.

“Says the white side bitch from Texas who wants to keep my man happy.”

I leaned forward. “I don’t need you to empty his balls. This black woman is very capable.” I flashed a fake grin. “Now get the fuck out.”

She scrambled to her feet, crashing into the cubicle wall as she tried to make her escape.

Guess I was right. She was from Texas.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” A woman loved trying to intimidate the main woman over a rich man. It seemed her well dried up when Vino came after me.

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