Page 13 of Heartless Mafia Prince

She wore shimmering silver eyeshadow that brought out her big gray eyes. Luckily, she wasn’t on the cheer squad. Watching my body leave the top of the pyramid and crash to the ground would make her day.

“No. And you’re still riding with me to the party.” He roared, gripping my hand tight.

He stalked toward the car. “Don’t pull away from me.”

“Or what?” I growled.

Rocco opened the door. “Get your ass in the fucking car,” he gritted out, lifting me off my feet and planting my ass in the bucket seat. His jaw ticked as he slid the strap across my body.

A flush of heat washed over me. God, he smells like masculinity, amber dry cedar, ginger, and citrus. His scent alone is fuckable.

I had to put an end to us being alone together. My pussy couldn’t take it any longer.

Rocco waved to a few of his friends sitting on the hoods of their expensive cars before he exited the parking lot. Smitty followed at a distance in the black escalade.

“How about Pat’s?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ryah, I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

My eyes left the sprawling mansions and landed on his handsome side profile.

“You never apologize.”

He chuckled. “I know. But the decision to reveal who you are to your so-called friends was partially due to my influence. I hate when others let you down. There’s not a chance in hell I’d ever hurt you.” His bruised knuckles slid across my cheek. His touch felt natural and right. Like it belonged. Was there a chance Rocco and I could be anything more than mafia royalty?

No.

He placed his hand back on the steering wheel. The urge to slide his long fingers into my panties and rock back and forth until I came blurred my vision.

“We aren’t the type of people who have friends. Our world doesn’t allow it.”

Head in the game, Ryah Conti.

I sighed, combing my fingers through my curly hair. “No truer words were ever spoken, Rocco. Looks like I lost all of my friends again. Faith is the enemy. How long have you known who she is?”

“Since we enrolled in school. Ryah, our fathers perform thorough background checks on everyone. My dad looped me in about Faith.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’ve kept an eye on her.”

“Always keep me in the loop, Rocco.”

He peeked at me. “From now on I will.”

“If she tries anything, I won’t hesitate to put her down.”

He flashed a wicked smile. “I know you won’t.”

Thirty minutes later, we sat in my family room side-by-side, playing video games, and stuffing our faces with cheesesteaks.

“This never gets old.” He slammed his fingers on the controller, staring at the fifty-inch TV screen. “Bitch, you’re dead,” Rocco laughed.

“We can play again, Pete, or you can play Ryah,” he said into the mic.

“I taught her how to play so you’ll suffer the same fate.” Rocco fell back on the leather sofa.

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