Page 19 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Rocco: Why did you leave?

You can’t hide from me.

I’m coming over.

Running solved what? Nothing. He could always find me.

Me: No.

My fingers hovered over the screen.

Me: I’m embarrassed.

Rocco: Don’t be, Ryah. I need to see you.

My heart lurched in my chest.

Me: You will tomorrow night at target practice.

Brushing my sweaty palm over my lap, I exhaled.

What are you doing, Ryah?

Rocco: All right.

My friends flooded my messages.

Faith: Dude’s officially lost it.

Genevieve: Did you finally fuck Rocco?

Yareli: Is it true? Your Rocco’s girl? There was a video message attached.

“Cut the music,” Rocco ordered.

He stood on the wooden coffee table. “Ryah Conti is no longer single. She belongs to me.” He pointed around the room.

“Don’t flirt with her. If you do, I’ll beat your face in.”

He pointed at the camera. “Ryah’s mine.”

Yareli’s face appeared. “What the hell did you do to him?” The video ended.

I saved it as a smile lit my lips.

My fingers skated across the screen.

Me: I belong to you now, huh?

Rocco: Damn straight. Update your social media relationship status before you go to sleep.

I ignored his demands. Rocco didn’t do girlfriends.

This was huge.

No Ryah, it’s not. He’s only intrigued because he can’t treat you like the other girls. Your father would murder him if he disrespected you. This is a bad idea.

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