Page 129 of Heartless Mafia Prince

She halted.

“Come on, babe.”

“No, you said you don’t want this.” Her eyes dropped to the sand.

I scooped her up into my arms. “Ryah, I don’t want to fuck you in the back of the truck. You deserve beautiful views on an island like this.”

Her eyes softened. “Rocco, I thought you didn’t want to have sex with me.” She rested her head on my shoulder.

“Baby, I can’t get enough of you. I think we both try to keep our sexual appetites for each other at bay. It’s a struggle.”

“Rocco, it’s definitely tough. I don’t care where it happens. As long as it does. Now.”

The trunk popped open as we approached. I eyed the towels, then glanced over my shoulder. “Thanks Agosto.”

I lowered Ryah to her feet. We each grabbed a towel and dried off.

There were a few cars scattered about the parking lot. We were parked under one of the three street lights. I noticed a group of kids sitting on a park bench not far from us. They were drinking beer and laughing.

I opened the rear passenger door, pulled the seat back, giving her access to the third row. She climbed inside.

I nodded at Agosto before I joined Ryah. Glock in hand, he turned his back and monitored our surroundings.

Placing my holster and gun on the floor, I sat across from Ryah. She leaned against the side window, staring at me.

“Rocco, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying,” she laughed.

“I hate feeling rushed when we’re together.”

She reached over the seat and grabbed her phone.

“What are you doing?”

“Give me a second.”

She hit a button on the phone, then placed it against her ear. “Hey, Dad. Yeah, everything is fine. I need my curfew extended to twelve thirty.” She rolled her eyes.

“Dad, we’re on vacation,” Ryah growled.

“Are you still taking me to lunch tomorrow?” She paused.

Her face lit up. “Thanks, Dad.”

She threw her phone over the seat. “There. Now you don’t have to worry. You’re no fun when you’re stressed.”

I stared at her in disbelief.

She stuck her hand out. “Hello, I’m Ryah Conti. Daughter of alleged mob boss Luciano Conti. And you are?” Ryah could barely keep a straight face.

“It’s rude not to introduce yourself.”

I shook her hand. “My name is Rocco Andrisani. Son of alleged mob boss Urbano Andrisani.”

“Interesting. Both of our fathers hold the same title.” A devilish grin flashed across her face.

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