Page 176 of Heartless Mafia Prince

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

ROCCO

DROPS OF WATER SLIPPEDoff my tanned skin, hitting the cool tile floor. A white towel hung around my waist as I dried my hair with another. I needed a hot shower after the call I received from Luciano this morning. I stared at the shitty outfit Agosto bought for me to wear today. Once on the jet, I could change into something more my speed.

I wasn’t feeling the stitching on the jeans or the poorly made t-shirt. There wasn’t time to trip about fashion. I had to get to my woman.

My burner phone rang. I pressed the speaker button. “Hello?”

“Rocco, I have information for you.”

“What did you find, Genn?”

I glided the towel over my aching muscles before climbing into my clothes.

“My friend Vern and I found the building where the rocket was launched. Whoever this guy was, he sat on the rooftop for a long time. There were tons of sunflower seed shells. He was probably sitting here all day waiting for us to exit the house. It was a warning. Not a kill mission.”

I cupped my shoulder. “Still too close for comfort.”

“Rocco, I agree. We also asked people in the area if they saw the man who left the building after the city shook. A few people saw him. But only one lady could give us his description. Vern is drawing his sketch now.”

“Great. Pay her for the information.”

“Got it. Can you think of any enemies that might have it out for you guys? Because this is about reach. Someone went through a lot of trouble to find you on this island.”

My blood was boiling under my skin. I desperately wanted to find this bastard.

A warm breeze swept over my flesh. Felt like a wave of needles pricked my skin.

“Genn, someone must’ve penetrated our camp. Look into the bodyguards that work for both families. I’ll ponder on this and see if anyone sticks out as of late.”

“Ok, Rocco. Talk to you soon.”

I ended the call.

We had so many enemies it could be anyone, but who would go through the trouble of flying to the Caymans to send us a message and why?

Sitting on the bed, I tied my boot laces. My phone buzzed next to me. I peeked at the screen and my brows shot up.

Unknown: Rocco, I’m at Heritage Beach. Come get me.

My heart lurched in my chest. “Ryah,” I muttered.

A smile lifted at the ends of my lips. She’s safe.

I grabbed my phone and texted back.

Me: Baby, I’m on the way.

“Agosto,” I shouted. Eager to leave, I gathered my belongings and stormed out of the room.

“Yeah boss?”

“Tell Ercole we’re on the move. Ryah’s at Heritage Beach.”

“That’s great news. He’s waiting in the other truck.”

“Good.”

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