Page 179 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Agosto scanned the beach through his dark sunglasses. “We’ve got you covered.”

“Art is here, too, watching,” Ercole stated.

Ryah’s eyes grew in size. “Rocco, you said my dad would stand down.”

“He is. But you can’t expect him not to watch out for his only daughter.”

She looped her arm around my waist, leaning into me. “You’re right.”

“Call him once we get in the truck. He’s worried about you.”

“I will.” She squinted and looked me up and down. “Rocco, you look a little different.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“I’ve never seen you wear clothes like this. And your hair is looser.”

“Baby, I don’t have any products in my hair.”

Her lips parted. “You wear products in your hair?”

I threw my head back and laughed. “Yes, sometimes. Just to make my hair shinier.”

“I thought your hair naturally looked perfect.”

“No, I have to work at it.”

“Like me.” She grinned.

“You know your hair is my weakness.” I kissed the top of her head.

She chuckled. “You can thank my mother and father for these curls. What’s the story about the jeans and t-shirt?”

“Babe, I only had one change of clothes. Agosto found this outfit at a local shop this morning.”

“It makes you look like one of the locals,” she laughed.

“Knock it off, Ryah.”

“Not a chance. My hot boyfriend looks like a regular guy.”

“I don’t know if I should thank you or toss you in the water.”

She broke out of my grasp and ran down the beach. “Come and get me.” Her smile was infectious.

I raced behind her and swept her off her feet. “I’ve got you now.”

“Rocco, wait, no,” she giggled.

I turned her to face me and pulled her up into my arms. She hooked her arms and legs around me. “I’m so happy you’re here. I don’t want to be without you.” She shoved her tongue past my lips and I welcomed her kiss.

Fuck, she was the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and she was all mine.

“You scared the shit out of me this morning,” I muttered against her lips.

“Your dad just knew I had something to do with you disappearing.”

She tugged at the edges of my curls against the nape of my neck. “I needed to be with you, Rocco.”

I caressed her back. “You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear you say that. But I have to keep you safe.”

I sucked on her lips once more. My eyes met hers. “I plan to tear that pussy up.”

Her cheeks flushed. “Good, I welcome the beating.”

“My fucking dirty princess.”

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