Page 23 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I clicked on the ten unanswered messages, but only read Genevieve’s and Rocco’s.

Genevieve: Emily walked around the party calling you all kinds of bitches and sluts.

What did you do? Fuck Rocco in front of her?

My fingers slipped through my hair. Time to teach that whore a lesson in manners.

I didn’t respond to her message.

Rocco: Ryah, I gave you a direct order to fix your fucking social media. In this relationship, you’ll do what I say.

I told my family you’re my woman now.

My heart plummeted to my feet. This was happening.

Rocco: Your father will know by morning.

You know what this means, Ryah. There’s no breaking up. This is it. But I think you knew that. You wouldn’t have kissed me if you didn’t want us to be together.

Me: You don’t run around making the others your girlfriend after you kiss them.

Rocco: You’re right. They were never Rocco girlfriend material. Only you, Ryah.

A flush of heat washed over my body. I wished he was here kissing my lips, neck, hell every inch of my body. This was real. I wasn’t dreaming.

Being a couple meant so much more in our world.

If we broke up, we’d still see each other. Our fathers were friends and business partners. The reality of being with Rocco weighed heavily on my mind.

Me: Rocco, how much have you had to drink? You’re not thinking clearly.

Rocco: Oh, but I am. I told you several times you and I would be together. The time is now. No more playing around with the boys at our school. You’re with the only man you were ever meant to be with. I’ll bring pizza. Get your beauty rest, Princess.

I heard tires peeling rubber outside. Jumping out of bed, I ran to the window and watched as Rocco’s Bugatti turned the corner. How long had he been outside? I’d ask the guards tomorrow.

A tiny smile hit my lips. Rocco and I were a couple.

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