Page 109 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“You were face down on the floor in my basement, clutching an empty bottle.”

I shook my head as Bosco and Gian laughed hysterically.

“Ryah, I’m coming for you. You’ll be mine. So, help me.” Bosco theatrically stretched his hand out, giving a poor impression of me.

Twisting my lips, I stared back at him. “I didn’t say that.”

“You did,” Gian confirmed. “You were going on and on about her.”

Bosco snapped his fingers. “You were mad about her being over some dude’s house. Drew, I think it was.”

“Yeah, well, I finally had my fun with that bastard.” I picked up the cup and threw the strong spicy contents to the back of my throat.

“What the fuck, Rocco? You’re messing up our toast,” Gian growled.

I slapped the desk. “Pour me another one.”

“This time raise your cup in the air, not to your mouth.” Gian poured the brown liquor into my cup.

“Here’s to the best team working together again.” Gian smiled, holding his cup high.

“Here’s to us,” Bosco shouted.

“Job well done tonight, fellas. Here’s to us.” I grinned.

We tapped our cups together.

“Salute,” we yelled in unison.

We wasted no time drinking the cognac.

“What are you guys getting into tonight?” I wiggled my cup in Gian’s face.

Bosco held out his cup too.

“It’s Tuesday, so nothing. We’ll have to celebrate Friday night.” Gian poured more liquor into our cups.

“Yeah, I’m down.” I swirled the liquor in my cup before taking a sip.

“I just knew you wouldn’t celebrate with us. Figured you’d sell us out for Ryah.” Bosco shook his head.

“I can kick it with you guys. Ryah’s hanging with her friends Friday. Saturday, she’s spending the night at my house.” I flashed a cocky grin.

Bosco narrowed his eyes. “Luciano let his daughter spend the night at your house?”

“She sleeps in the guestroom and after ten I climb into bed with her.”

“Rocco has been domesticated at seventeen. Damn, what’s the world coming, too?” Gian shook his head.

“When you find the right one, you don’t need to fuck every chick in Philly to feel like a man. You just need that one special woman.”

“You’re pussy whipped.” Bosco ran a hand over his short hair. His square jaw twitched.

He was breaking down. Good.

“Maybe I am. I know one thing’s for sure...” I stood in front of him.

“...don’t ever put your lips on my woman again. Stop making a play for her.”

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