Page 40 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Shit, if looks could kill.

Rosetta wore a humorous smile on her face.

“Rocco, you could’ve slept in any of the guestrooms,” he gritted out.

“I told Ryah I’d stay until she fell asleep. Guess I dozed off.” Grabbing a serving utensil, I shoveled meat onto my plate.

“If it’s a problem, Ryah can spend the night at my house.”

Luciano’s palm slammed against the counter. “You son of a bitch.”

Ryah’s head snapped to the right. “Daddy, I wouldn’t sleep at his house.”

“You sure fucking wouldn’t.”

“Are we pretending we don’t know what this is?” I bit into a sausage link.

Luciano narrowed his eyes.

Martha didn’t have to leave the room. She was Luciano’s cousin.

“This isn’t puppy love. I’m not going anywhere. Ever,” I stressed, flashing a devilish smile.

“Dad, why do you have a problem with Rocco all of a sudden?”

“He’s so fucking sure of himself. And who said I wanted this life for you?”

“Not this again.”

Rosetta sat back and enjoyed the show.

“Ryah, you’re only sixteen. You two can be together in five years.”

“You can’t say that. No one's promised tomorrow.”

“That’s enough.” Rosetta shot daggers at Rayah and Luciano.

“She’s begging to be a part of your filthy world. Let her.” Rosetta sipped her mimosa.

“Luciano, I have the highest respect for you. You’ve trusted Ryah with me until she became my woman. I’ll always have her back. You have my word.”

He ran a hand over his wild hair. His disheveled demeanor told me he barely slept.

“You better,” he breathed, staring between me and Ryah.

“Are you trying to start a war and pit our families against each other?” Dad’s husky voice brought me back from my thoughts.

He walked deeper into the room and sat at the desk.

“No,” I sighed.

Sitting up, I snatched a rubber band off the side table and pulled my curly hair back into a bun.

“Luciano was enraged about his daughter being deflowered. It was like he wasn’t thinking clearly.”

Dad leaned forward. “That’s his daughter. I’d be concerned if he didn’t give you shit. If a guy like us wanted to date Breann, better believe I’d question if his feelings were genuine? Especially at sixteen, Rocco.”

What could I say? Dad was right.

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