Page 14 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Popping a fry into my mouth, I sat legs crossed, wiggling my fingers toward him. “Give me the controller and headset. I’ll pulverize him. Call of Duty is my favorite game, Pete,” I shouted into the mic, as Rocco adjusted the headset over my curly mane.

“Take him out, Princess.”

I saluted him. “Hydrate me.”

He grabbed the large cup of ginger ale off the end table and placed the straw between my lips.

Honed in on the colorful images on the screen, I focused on beating my opponent's ass.

I felt Rocco’s blue eyes on me. Never bothered me before when he stared. He’d done so all our lives. It felt different. Despite knowing he didn’t have feelings for me other than lust, my attraction for him grew stronger with every moment we spent together lately.

Studying my target on screen, I muted the mic.

“Rocco, you need to leave before my mom arrives.”

“Why?”

“She thinks you like me. I don’t want to hear her say it again. You don’t like me and vice versa.”

“Ryah, what makes you think-”

“I’m not one of your toys. Don’t feed me a line of bullshit.”

“Ryah...”

I unmuted myself. “Pete, it’s over for you.”

No need to look at Rocco. He was dying to add me to his line of puppets. Fuck that.

“I’m single again. At the party, you’ll make the announcement.”

He chuckled. “I ain’t doing that shit.”

“My dad has a little problem that he wants Smitty to handle. I thought you and I’d take care of it. But if you can’t make the announcement then I’ll be on my own.”

He yanked the headset off my head and ended the game.

“Hey, what the fuck?”

“We always complete jobs together.”

I glared at him. “Maybe we should stop. We work for two different families.”

Rocco shot to his feet and caged me in with his muscled arms.

“Together, Ryah, or I’ll tell your dad you and I have handled his problems, not Smitty.”

My chest heaved as I narrowed my eyes. “You wouldn’t.”

“I fucking would,” he growled.

“Make sure the party dress reveals every single curve on this gorgeous body.” His finger slid down my cheek and traced my bottom pouty lip.

I wanted to bite his finger off.

Rocco’s eyes fell to my tiny skirt as he stood, stroking his fingers through his long mess of dark curls. My eyes fell on the huge bulge in his slacks.

We were alone and left to our own devices.

“Something wrong, Rocco?” I quirked a brow, offering a condescending smirk.

A devilish smile lit his lips. Rocco gripped his cock. “See you tomorrow, Princess.”

The second I heard the front door close; I gripped my heart and dropped my face on the armrest he just vacated. I could wallow in his intoxicating scent forever.

“You’re falling for Rocco, Ryah. You can’t do this,” I yelled, howling like a wounded animal.

It was time to blow off some steam in my personal gym. Knock the bag around to relieve this stress.

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