Page 112 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“I’ll pick up a new one for you tomorrow.”

“Thanks.”

A sense of relief washed over me. The shit with Bosco was finally over. I called Ryah.

“Hello.” Her groggy voice hit my eardrum.

“I know it’s late, but I need to see you.”

“It’s two in the morning? Not sure when I dozed off. I tried to wait for your call.”

She knew about the heist. Ryah was probably wondering if I killed her admirer.

“My mom’s going to flip out. And I think my dad is here. He’s been here a lot lately.”

Shit, shit, shit.

“I’ll deal with the blow back, Ryah.”

“Come to the back door.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

“Ok, I’ll wait for you in the kitchen. Bye.”

“See you soon.” I disconnected the call.

The last thing I wanted to do was get in an argument with Luciano. Even if he sat across from us in the living room monitoring us, I wouldn’t care. I’d still lay my head in her lap. I needed my woman.

Too many times to count, I’d gone over to a chick’s house to fuck. Not watch a movie. Not eat take out. To release my pent-up aggression. Any time I’d see Ryah kiss Drew or hear about her going to his house, I’d lose it inside. Emily and many of the girls I fucked were poor substitutes for Ryah. I couldn’t even look them in the face half the time.

One night after we won a football game against a tough rival, Drew ran over to Ryah and hoisted her into the air. Still clutching her pom-poms, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her like she was the only girl in the world. Yeah, he kissed my girl like that. Of course, at the time she wasn’t my girl. The night I kicked his ass, I took some of my frustration out on him for those kisses and trips she made to his house. He could never go to her house. Luciano would rip him a new one. That was why she went to his house.

Clutching a towel around my waist, I sat on the locker room bench. I held my phone in my free hand and I sent a text to Maze.

The guys were roweled up after our win. Giving each other headbutts and punching each other in the chest.

Me: Hey want to link up?

By the time I was dressed, she responded.

Maze: Yeah, I always look forward to seeing you.

I cracked a smile. She was cool. Maze rarely called to hook up. I met her at one of my cousin Josh’s parties.

Maze attended the same school as Bosco, Westwood Academy high.

Me: Be there in twenty.

We linked up several times over the summer since the night of his party. That over exaggerated hug Ryah gave Drew earlier made my skin crawl. I felt like snapping his fucking neck.

Maze’s house came into view once I drove through the wrought-iron gates of the suburban community.

She shuffled down the steps toward my car. I parked along the curb and hopped out.

“Congratulations on your win, Rocco.”

I fell in step with her. “Thanks. Are your parents’ home?”

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