Page 94 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“Where was Rocco when this happened?” he asked.

“I sent him to get me a drink.”

He laughed.

I peeked at him. “What’s funny?”

“My determined daughter. You’ll always find a way to get what you want.”

I smacked my lips. “Not always.”

The door slowly opened and Rocco popped his head inside. I waved him off. He stalked toward me anyway. He was holding something behind his back.

“Ok, well I’m going to sleep. My head is pounding.”

Rocco sat beside me and pulled my head against his shoulder.

“Hello, Luciano.”

Dad’s gaze darkened. I knew him. He wanted to blame Rocco for my actions.

“Rocco, are you taking care of Ryah?”

“Yup.” He waved a cold compress in front of the phone.

Dad nodded. “Ryah, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Dad, you’ve played house with us long enough. Go home to Rosetta.”

His brows lifted.

I heard mom gasp. “Ryah.”

Dad’s lips tightened. “I love you, Ryah. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I disconnected the phone.

“That wasn’t harsh at all, Ryah.”

I ignored Rocco's observation.

My head lightly thudded the pillow.

“Thanks for the cold compress. You can go back to the party.”

Rocco leaned over me as he adjusted the compress on my forehead.

“No.”

“You’re just as stubborn as me. Do you know that?”

He laid beside me. His finger traced over the scratches. “I was supposed to escort you upstairs. But instead, you enlisted one of your friends. Fuck the party, Ryah. You’re my priority. Always has been. If the party would’ve just begun and I had to shut this shit down, then so be it. You come first.”

“Rocco, it’s ok go chill with the guys. Smitty’s outside the door.”

His fingers slipped over my cheek. “You’re my woman, Ryah. No one comes before you.”

He slipped under the blanket. “Now, rest your neck on my arm. Tomorrow if you’re feeling better, I want to hit the Arcade with you and our friends.”

I smiled up at him. “I’d like that.”

A bigger, cocky smile flashed across his handsome face. “Good, get some sleep, Princess.”

My eyes crept open. Darkness engulfed the bedroom. A heavy arm draped across my stomach. Instantly, I remembered where I was. His head rested on the pillow next to me. The loud rattling rumbles in his chest vibrated my arm. His snores should’ve awoken me, but they didn’t. I couldn’t bring myself to elbow him. Rocco was probably just as tired as me. I’d never heard him snore before tonight. Had he not really slept around me the other times? Were the days leading up to his birthday party stressful? I never asked how he was doing. I was too wrapped up in my bullshit drama with my family. Doubt I’d been the best girlfriend lately. I knew how to be attentive and thoughtful. I’d proven that in my relationships before Rocco. Yet it seemed he was better at being the all-star counterpart. He turned all the girls away last night. The ones who just couldn’t seem to get enough of my man’s cock. They were willing to fight for what wasn’t theirs. It stung just a little knowing they had him first. I had to remember I had his heart first. Don’t ever forget, Ryah.

A slight smile crossed my lips. If my face wasn’t throbbing, I’d curl into his warm arms and stroke his dick. I threaded our fingers and savored this moment. The muscled Lacrosse Captain and murdering mobster kept me safe. I looked forward to hanging with our friends later today.

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