Page 31 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“She’s a rottweiler in a skirt. My heart is more in jeopardy than hers.”

He nodded. “Bring her to Sunday dinner.”

“If not this week, definitely next Sunday.”

“Sounds good. Goodnight, Rocco.”

“Night dad.”

After a long shower, I laid in bed staring at the pitch-black ceiling. I craved taking Ryah’s lips in private. Inhaling her moans and marveling at those green eyes that made my dick hard.

One day, my enemies could use Ryah as a pawn to make business dealings. The moment someone tried to harm my woman, heads would roll. And arms and legs.

Everyone in my life was in danger. At least Ryah was built for this world. Even if her father wasn’t ready to believe it.

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