Page 123 of Heartless Mafia Prince

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ROCCO

RYAH POINTED HER NEWcamera out the truck window as Agosto drove toward the villas. She snapped picture after picture of the colorful buildings.

She elbowed me. “The Grand Caymans are beautiful. The buildings are so vibrant.”

I loved her radiant smile. I was happy she chose to enjoy the trip, after all. My lips melted against her shoulder. I glanced over my shoulder, then at Luciano’s truck in front of us. Our four-truck motor cage received plenty of stares as we rode through town. The families’ trucks were always sandwiched between two security detail vehicles. My men would hunt down Luther Gray in his backyard. We lost two million dollars because of this guy. He had to be dealt with.

Most of the time when I pulled jobs, I protected my identity. This was one of the times I wouldn’t. I needed to show I was a heartless motherfucker, even at seventeen. This was my life. At twenty-five, I’d take my father’s place. If you thought men feared me now. Wait until I take over the Andrisani throne.

I adjusted my dark sunglasses on my face. “There’s a concert tonight on Heritage beach.”

Her head whipped toward me. “Rocco, why are you telling me this?”

I smiled. “Do you want to go?”

“Why couldn’t you lead with that?” Her long lashes fluttered over her stormy eyes.

“Whenever I can get a rise out of you, I’ll take it. Keeps me on my toes.”

She grinned against my lips as her fingers glided over the Glock holstered on my waist. “If I wear a bikini later, I won’t have a place to keep my gun.”

“Believe me, baby, I have you covered. You’re definitely wearing a bikini. I can’t wait to see how beautiful you’ll look.”

“I know you’ll protect me, Rocco.” She turned her attention back to the scenery.

Twenty minutes later, Ryah and I walked into the beach front villa behind Luciano and Rosetta. There was white furniture throughout.

“The living room is cozy.” Ryah stepped to the left. “Rosetta, did the chandelier sell you on this villa?”

She strutted toward Ryah in her flowy knee length yellow sundress and tall tan sandals. “Yes, the peach chandelier along with the stunning view of the water sold me.”

Luciano stood in front of the balcony doors, staring at the calm aqua water. He appeared more relaxed in his tan summer suit.

“It’s beautiful,” I stated, as I fell at Luciano’s side. The water sparkled under the bright sun.

He lifted two cigars from his inner jacket pocket. “It is.” Luciano clipped the ends. “Have one.”

I grabbed one of the cigars and placed it between my lips. Ercole and Agosto appeared out of nowhere, lighting both of our cigars.

“Thank you,” we stated.

We took long pulls of our cigars while Ryah and Rosetta took a tour of the house. The smoke curled in the air. A rich spicy aroma surrounded us.

“Do you smoke cigars with Urbano?”

“Only on special occasions. The first time I had a cigar was on my sixteenth birthday, then again last month when we arrived at the castle. Have you introduced cigars to Ryah?”

I knew the answer.

“Yes, also on her sixteenth birthday.”

I nodded. “Cool.”

“Rocco, this is a special occasion.”

“How so?”

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