Page 132 of Heartless Mafia Prince

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ROCCO

I SAT IN THE CHAIR, tying my boots, smiling at the beautiful sight in front of me. Ryah’s wild curls swept across the pillow as she slept. I knew she wouldn’t make it back to her room after I made her come three times. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face. That made what I was about to do worthwhile.

I closed the door, then strolled into the living room, clutching the brim of my dark cap. “Good morning, Luciano.”

The sun peeking over the clear water caught my attention. Damn, I hated I had to spend such a beautiful day torturing a motherfucker.

Luciano hovered over the kitchen counter, peering at his phone screen. His wet brown hair was slicked back. He wore gray swim trunks. Luciano must’ve gone for a morning swim.

“I take it you had a great night after sleeping in the same bed as my daughter.” He cut his eyes at me.

I sat across from him wearing a dark t-shirt and black cargo pants. Dressed for a possible long day. “Ryah, came to my room. I didn’t fuck her.” With my dick.

“You said not under your roof.”

Luciano’s eyes narrowed. “Did you ask her to come to your room?”

“Nope, but I had every intention of going to her.”

“What?” he growled.

I raised my hands, mimicking a surrender. “To sleep. Ryah turned up in my room first. Luciano, I love your daughter. I always have. She’s the only girl I will ever be with. You don’t have to say what I already know. I’m so young to have such strong feelings for one girl. Ryah isn’t just any girl. She’s the one for me. Your daughter is a real spitfire.” I shook my head. “Ryah doesn’t take my shit.”

His green eyes sparkled as he chuckled. “That’s my girl.”

My eyes landed on the blender. “Can I have one of your famous mango smoothies?”

He stared at me a moment longer. “Yeah.”

“Did you have a nice swim?” I was trying to get his mind off of me and Ryah.

Luciano retrieved a glass from the cabinet. “It was good.” He poured half the contents into the glass. “You better get out of here.”

Ok, short talk over.I stood and chugged the smoothie. “That was refreshing. Thanks.” I placed the empty glass on the counter. “See you later, Luciano.”

“Good luck, Rocco.”

I nodded before walking out the front door. Agosto held the rear passenger truck door open, and I climbed inside.

After Agosto was secure behind the steering wheel, he peeked at me through the rearview mirror. “Do you think we’re in for a long day?” He pulled onto the main road. “This one is a tough call, Agosto. The asshole stole from us twice, then went into hiding. He might sing like a bird. With our help, of course.”

We laughed.

Thirty minutes later, Agosto parked the truck amongst a group of trees near a medium size parcel of land.

I stared at the ranch-style house, sitting on an acre of land. Lush green grass swept across the? Surrounded by peace and quiet. And a beautiful view of the sea.

There were two large trees on either side of the house. I slipped the dark sunglasses over my eyes before I exited the truck. Agosto grabbed the large bag out of the trunk, then hoisted our supplies onto his back. We discretely scanned the open land as we walked toward the back door. Ercole wasn’t far. He had our backs.

Standing on the patio, Agosto and I slipped on our leather gloves.

He tapped his earbud. “Genn, we’re coming in.”

“Copy that,” he said.

Agosto held his Glock low as we entered the house. The stench of urine hit my nostrils the deeper we walked into the kitchen. The exterior didn’t match the interior. The cream paint faded away on the outside of the house. There were chef grade stainless steel appliances and custom brown marble countertops. We paid him a shit ton of money to transport our merchandise. He probably used his earnings to upgrade his home?

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