Page 102 of Heartless Mafia Prince

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

ROCCO

TWO HOURS LATER, RYAHand I rode to my house mainly in silence. The girls kept to themselves the rest of the time at the arcade. Me and the guys did the same.

Ryah was bitter because she knew I’d go after Bosco.

“Maybe you should take me home now, Rocco.” Ryah stared out the window.

“Yeah, won’t happen.”

“What are you going to do to Bosco?”

The garage door opened, and I drove inside. I threw the car in park. “Come on, Princess.”

“No.”

Stubborn Ryah. Running my fingers through my hair, I strolled to the other side of the car. I yanked the door open.

She crossed her arms over her chest. Fury danced in her green eyes. I leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt.

“Promise you won’t end him.”

I grabbed her arm, threw her over my shoulder, then I slammed the car door.

“Put me down, Rocco.” Her fists slammed against my muscled back. It was cute. Felt like love taps.

Stepping into the kitchen, I hit the garage door button. I heard a light thud as I slammed the kitchen door. A light breeze swept under my shirt, then a burning sensation. The pretty monster twisted my skin.

“Ryah, what the fuck?” I stalked into the living room and dropped her on the sofa.

“I’m telling Smitty I’m ready to go.”

I snatched her phone out of her hand and placed it on the table. “Fine, we’ll talk.” I held my hands tight on my head, staring down at her. Ryah sat on the sofa, lips tight. Her gaze didn’t meet mine.

“If you remember, I told him we were together. That fucker came to my party-”

Calm down, Rocco.

“He and Gian were there to discuss business with me. That asshole sought you out instead of meeting with us. He hugged you and then planted his lips on your face.” I sat on the slate gray stone coffee table and yanked her legs open.

“You’re my woman. I should cut his fucking lips off of his face. You know he disrespected our relationship.”

“Rocco, I told him I chose you. And that I’ll always stand by my man.”

Her hands caressed mine. “Rocco, forget about, Bosco.”

“Ryah, I can’t do that.”

She fell back against the sofa, gripping her curls. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her into my arms as I rose.

“Was it a mistake that I gave into my feelings for you? I could’ve been with another guy.”

She applied weight to my shoulders, trying to break free.

I strolled up the wide staircase. “Sure, you could have. But we would’ve been together, eventually. I’m not jealous of Bosco. I just hate being disrespected.”

“I hate I came between you two.”

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