Page 54 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I slapped Ryah’s ass.

“Ouch.”

Leaning over her shoulder, I kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll kiss it better later.”

“You sure will.”

“Your father chipped you because he sends dangerous criminals to prison. His enemies can come for you at any time. What did you hope to gain when you told your dad about our fight?”

He swayed back and forth as the blood rushed to his face, turning a hue of red. “He has people watching your businesses daily. It’s just a matter of time before the police arrest you and your corrupt family. Ryah, why did you choose this psychopath loser?”

The back of my hand flew across his face. A loud whack hung in the air.

Ryah snatched a pair of leather gloves off the table, then stood in front of him. “Because he’s a real man. He knows how to please me.” Crouching before him, she stared into his eyes. “The other night, Rocco made me come several times.”

Fuck, now our bodyguards knew intimate details about our relationship. Really, who the fuck cared. As long as I didn’t have to take any more shit from Luciano.

Ryah peeked over her shoulder, offering me a dirty smile.

She met his gaze again. “Something you couldn’t make me do. After you’d leave, I had to please myself,” she whispered.

I hated listening to her sad admission. No woman should have to please herself.

“I bet you got off Drew, right?” I taunted.

“Psychopath and all, I’ll make sure my woman is well taken care of. Back to the issue. You’re not a real man. A real man doesn’t run home to daddy and ask him to punish his enemy.” I grabbed a knife off the table, then stepped closer.

“I’m here to show you how far my crazy ass will go. You fucking stood at my table and spit vile shit to my woman and me.” My fist plunged into his stomach.

Yelling at the top of his lungs, he wiggled in the air like a fish.

“Her pussy is the Holy Grail, motherfucker.” My boot met his nose. Blood dripped onto the plastic.

Ryah grabbed his ear, forcing his eyes to land on hers. “How dare you approach him. Try to embarrass him.” She raised a finger. “I know what you were trying to do. You wanted him to react. Beat the shit out of you. Show the world that Rocco Andrisani is a gangster. See, he’s smarter than that. He taught me not to show my hand in public. Wait until we’re in private. Welcome to our playground. You are the star of the show tonight. Rocco always has my back and I always have his. If he’s a gangster then so am I.” An evil laugh left her cute little mouth. “One important lesson my cousin Dominic left me with recently. He said we show our enemies no mercy. Nessuna pietà.”

Ryah stretched her hand toward me. I placed the knife in her palm. She grabbed Drew’s hand. “We are here because you have a big mouth. I can’t believe I dated a bitch. Lucky for me, that’s over. Rocco and I have always been incredibly alike. Before we were in a relationship and after.”

After? There isn’t an after.

“When you speak ill of him, you’re insulting me, too. You have to pay for your actions, Drew.”

“No,” he pleaded. “That’s the hand I play ball with.”

She grinned. “I know.”

He bounced around, trying to stop the inevitable. I wrapped my arms around his legs. “Stay still, bitch.”

Ryah sliced his finger off like she was carving a turkey on Thanksgiving. She tossed his finger aside like it was soiled garbage.

I stepped over to my girl.

“How could you do this, Ryah?” he cried, cradling his hand.

She stood and turned to me. “He’s all yours.”

I leaned over and planted my lips on her nose. Something flicked in her green eyes. Was it compassion? Maybe it was her steel heart softening just a little. I’d take it.

Tipping her chin, I pressed my lips against hers. Ryah’s bloody hand curled around the knife at her side.

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