Page 65 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Yup, I’m good.” I hugged him tight, inhaling his delicious scent.

“Lucky for him, he didn’t reach for the shotgun I’m sure he had under the counter.”

“It probably helped I got the jump on him.”

He chuckled. “True.”

Fifteen minutes later, he backed in alongside a brick building. Two trucks barreled down the road a few minutes ago. This was a well-known trucking route. There was at least one jacking a month. The drivers were armed, so we had to be on alert.

Agosto’s deep voice bellowed through the earpiece. “The truck’s running on time. Get ready.”

“Ryah, are you ready?” Rocco asked.

My heartbeat throbbed in my throat. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Bright headlights came into view. The truck whipped past. Rocco released the clutch and sped off. He slowed on the driver’s side. I stood slowly and reached for the extended cab door. The truck driver swerved toward us.

“Shit,” I yelled, gripping Rocco’s shoulder.

“Go again.”

“Ok.” Rocco pulled close to the truck.

I jumped, grabbing the large side mirror. I latched the retractable rope onto the metal to keep me steady. The barrel of the trucker's shotgun was pointed at my face. I ducked. The crackle of the bullet hung in the air and glass shattered around me. My stomach was in knots. The adrenaline kicked in and I blocked out the cold air sweeping through me. The AR-15 swung around my body like a toy gun. While he fought to gain control of the truck, I grabbed the Glock out of my holster and fired a shot downward into the cab. He yelped.

Hopefully, that meant I hit his leg. I couldn’t afford to look up and risk being shot.

“Ryah, hold on. I’ll blow the tire. That fucker’s a dead man.”

There wasn’t time to look back at Rocco. “No, don’t.”

I held the extended cab door handle, and I leaned toward the window. “Unlock the fucking door,” I yelled.

“Hell no! You shot me.” He pointed the shotgun at me again and fired another round.

I whipped my head to the side in the nick of time. He swerved. Gripping the extended cab door handle, I tried to keep my balance. Fuck, that bullet barely missed me.

“Ryah, stay back. I’m about to blow his brains out.”

“Rocco, no.”

I peeked at the driver. He slammed the butt of the rifle into my helmet. My head snapped back. Through the pain, I held the extended door handle. If I didn’t, I could’ve fallen underneath the truck.

There was no doubt in my mind my boyfriend was foaming at the mouth.

I slapped open the shield of my helmet and shoved the Glock in his face. “This is a Conti heist. Stop the truck now or your family’s dead,” I bit out.

The guy winced and begged for mercy as he pulled the truck onto the shoulder of the road.

I yanked the door open. Someone grabbed me from behind.

“Put me down.” I swung my legs, still pointing my gun at the driver.

“Chill, Princess.” Rocco’s words soothed me.

He placed me on my feet then unhooked me from the truck. “Great fucking job, baby.” His AR-15 was pointed at the trucker.

I could hear his smile through his helmet.

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