Page 101 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Oh yeah.” Jeremiah raised his glass.

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Briar stated.

Ryah was quiet all of a sudden.

I brushed my lips along her earlobe. “Are you all right?”

“We have to talk later.”

“Sure. As long as you won’t ask me to spare him an ass whoopin.”

Her fork clanked against her plate. “Rocco, you can’t be serious.”

I glared at her. “Oh, I am. He’s...”

Complete silence fell around the table. They were waiting to witness my evil side.

I decided against saying ‘he’s a dead man.’ “We’ll talk about it later.”

“Girls, how about a game of Skee-Ball?” Faith asked.

Ryah was the first to rise from her chair. “Sounds good.”

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