Page 100 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I peeked at my little Italian beauty. “Salute.”

“Ryah, how are you feeling today?” Faith asked.

“Better. The throbbing pain in my face has finally subsided. My lip is still a little swollen when I touch it.”

“You had a busy night, Ryah.” Yareli sipped her vodka.

“First you danced with that hot guy.” She grinned.

Ryah’s lip almost hit the floor. I remained cool.

“Then Rocco announced to everyone you were his. So, macho might I add,” Yareli laughed.

“Last but not least, you served Meg an ass beating.” Yareli threw her fist in the air. “Way to go, Ryah.”

The girls cheered.

I knew it was just a matter of time before someone mentioned Bosco.

Yareli twirled her long blonde ponytail. “I take it that guy you were dancing with is single.”

Ryah peeked at Yareli. “Yeah, why?”

“Maybe he’d be up for dating me. I could never date Easton. He’s too full of himself.”

“I’m not offended. Not even a little bit. I feel the same way about you.”

Yareli rolled her eyes and waved him off. “Back to what I was saying. Faith is into Alejandro at school. And Genevieve likes Jeremiah.”

Genevieve’s mouth dropped open. “What the fuck, Yareli?”

“Relax, Gen.” Jeremiah hooked his arm around her neck. “I like you, too.”

“Yareli, Bosco’s a bad boy like Rocco. If you catch my drift.”

Her gray eyes widened. “Like dangerous?”

“Pass the vodka.” Ryah ignored Yareli’s last statement.

Yareli finally shut her Botox filled lips. She retrieved the bottle of vodka from her backpack.

The waitresses returned with our meals.

One of the curvy servers wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans stood beside me. A fake smile framed her face. “May I get you anything else, Mr. Andrisani?”

“No, we’re all set.”

“Enjoy your meals.” The waitresses walked out of the room.

“East, are you ready for the game Tuesday?”

I changed the subject. No more talking about Bosco. Jeremiah placed the vodka bottle in my hand under the table. I poured small portions of liquor in me and Ryah’s glasses.

“Hell, yeah. We’re going to beat the shit out of Westwood Academy!”

“Yeah, we are. I don’t care if the game is at their school.” I passed the bottle back.

“Briar, Jeremiah, are you guys coming to the game?”

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