Page 181 of Heartless Mafia Prince

I smiled inside. Everyone needed to get their rest before we landed. We had no idea what we’d walk into once we arrived at the private airport in Levittown. We had plenty of ammunition on this flight. We were ready.

Each guard on this plane learned first-hand how strenuous it was to guard rich mafia families.

Ryah took both bottles of water from Jennie’s hands. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure.” She stood poised in her red flight attendant uniform.

“Let me know if you need anything else.” She swallowed hard, rubbing her hands in front of her.

“Is everything ok, Jennie?”

“Yes, everything is perfect. I’ll serve a light lunch in an hour.” Her plastic smile lifted her rosy cheeks.

She was trying too hard. Something was off.

During lunch I’d talk to Genn. Have him dig into her finances. See if she was indeed all right.

“Ok, see you in an hour, Jennie,” I grinned as I pushed Ryah into the bedroom.

I closed the door behind us.

Ryah turned, facing me. “Rocco, what was that about?” she whispered.

Gripping her hips, I walked her toward the queen-sized bed.

“Something's off about Jennie. We’ll have to keep an eye on her when we return to our seats,” I stated against her earlobe.

“Rocco, where did you put my things?”

I stepped back. We chugged our water at the same time.

“In the closet behind me.”

Her eyes fell over the gold-plated accents embedded in the bright white ceiling. “The room is pretty.”

“You know my mother. She loves gaudy furnishings.

As much as I hate to say this. We’ll have to take turns in the shower. We can’t get caught off our game.”

I removed the bottle from her hand and placed our bottles on a cream-colored side table.

Her bottom lip poked out. “Does that mean we can’t have a little fun?” Ryah’s fingers crept up my chest.

“Not at all, baby. We just have to be ready.” I removed both Glocks from my waist holster.

A smile took her lips.

“I’ll lock the door and we’ll keep these close.”

I walked backward and locked the door.

Ryah kicked off her sneakers, then peeled off her tight shorts.

My tongue ran over my lower lip as I watched my woman strip.

“Get over here, Rocco,” she purred, stepping out of her panties.

I felt my cock strain against my jeans. Ryah had no idea how badly I needed to be deep inside of her.

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