Page 124 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“You’re handling a mutual problem while we’re here. And I’m allowing you to sleep under the same roof as my daughter.”

“Luciano, next year we’re moving in together.”

His head snapped to the right and his eyes darkened. “No, you aren’t.”

Why did I find the need to test this guy?

“It’ll really happen during our second semester. Ryah made it clear she wants to experience the dorm life.” I shrugged. “I’m willing to go along with that.” I took another pull of my cigar.

For a little while anyway. Like I said, I planned to kidnap her and keep Ryah at our condo. I’d let her attend classes, then she’d be right back at home with me.

He shook his head. “You realize she’s not your prize pet?”

My brows lowered. “Of course, she’s not. Ryah is my princess. I’ve always treated her as such.”

“I’ll give you that. You have.” He glanced at me, then out the window.

“Thanks for keeping her safe. I hate to admit this, especially after what I witnessed this morning, but she deserves a man in her life who will lay down his life for hers.”

A smile crept across my lips.

“This doesn’t give you a pass to fuck my daughter under my roof.”

Don’t push it, Rocco.

The smoke released from my mouth. “I appreciate your kind words, Luciano.”

He shook his head and chuckled. “I’m serious. Don’t test me again, Rocco.”

Clenching the cigar between my lips, I held my hands high.

Don’t fuck her in the house. Not a problem.

I glanced at my watch as I removed the cigar from my lips. “What time is dinner? Ryah and I are attending a beach concert this evening.”

“Five,” he stated.

I turned and my eyes roved my woman’s smooth honey brown legs. She sat on the edge of the sofa beside Rosetta.

I stretched my hand out. “Come here.”

The biggest smile lifted her cheeks. Ryah strolled over and gripped my fingers. Luciano tossed his jacket on the sofa, then rolled his sleeves up en route to the kitchen. “Rosetta, I’m making mango smoothies.”

“Oh, yes.” She hopped up and met him in the kitchen.

It was hard not to notice how he mustered the excitement to entertain Rosetta. It was obvious from all the times I’d been at Ryah’s house nothing about his relationship with Melanie was forced. He couldn’t keep his hands off of her. The way he stared at her told me he loved Melanie deeply. I never wanted to feel forced to behave a certain way in my marriage to make another person happy. Luckily for me, the only mafia families ever joining forces would be the Andrisanis and the Contis.

I escorted Ryah onto the patio so we could experience the view.

“How was your tour?”

“It was nice.”

I pulled her into my arms. The back of her head rested against my chest as we marveled at the Caribbean Sea.

“What did you and dad talk about? Rocco, give me the cigar.” She tilted her head back and parted her sexy lips.

If we were alone, I’d have her kneel before me and I’d slide my cock into her mouth.

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