Page 28 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“You fucking pieces of shit thought you ever had a chance with her.” A sarcastic chuckle rolled from my throat.

“Not fucking one.” I stepped back, chest heaving.

“Rocco, it’s time to leave,” Agosto stated in my ear.

A sinister grin sparked my lips as I stared into the wide-eyed guys in the crowd. “I left you with two examples this week. First Drew. Now Elon. Don’t step to my fucking woman,” I bit out before vacating the pool area.

***P***

I rolled to a stop outside the wrought-iron gates. Light shined through the ten plus windows of the Conti mansion.

Ercole hopped out of the black suburban parked curbside.

I shrugged on my brown leather jacket, then pushed open the Bugatti door.

“Rocco, happy you stopped by.” He smoothed his hand over his black tie.

The suit jacket looked like it choked his bulky arms. Dude was built like a professional wrestler. Smart to have him guarding the grounds. No one would fuck with him.

“Ryah left her coat at the party. I wanted to drop it off.” I retrieved it off the backseat.

“Hey, Duran.” I waved at the other bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat.

“How you doing, Rocco?” he yelled out the window.

“Fantastic.” I handed the coat to Ercole before leaning against the car.

“So, why are you happy I’m here?”

“Luciano wants to see you before you meet with Ryah.”

“About what?” I pulled the beanie over my ears as the sharp wind swept through my body.

“You left Ryah unattended at the party tonight?”

Shit.

“My men were on the grounds. She was safe. Besides, Ryah was with me right before she left the party.”

Doubt she told her dad what went down tonight.

“Take it up with him.”

I sighed. “Fine, I will. But not tonight.”

The plan was to give my new girlfriend a kiss goodnight, but my need to taste her lips would have to wait until tomorrow.

“Tell Luciano I’ll be here at six in the evening.”

Ercole nodded. “Got it.” He turned on his heels, shaking off the cold like a bear ready for winter.

I climbed into the car and checked my messages.

Ryah finally answered.

I laughed at her responses. She thought I was drunk and wasn’t thinking clearly. But I was.

The sassy little princess was all mine.

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