Page 47 of Heartless Mafia Prince

Tilting my head, I peeked at Scarlet. “Wait, how did you get her to stay put?”

She wiggled her fingers into the leather gloves. “I told her I’d blow up her mother’s medical practice. She proceeded to the door. I then added the fact that her mother would be inside, then she behaved. The bitch doesn’t care about innocent people. Can you believe that shit? I’ll take your books and lock the door. If you need me, I’ll be on the counter checking todays bets.”

I nodded. Crouching, I stared into Emily’s eyes. “On Saturday, I mentioned to Rocco I planned to beat your ass.”

I stretched out my palm. “Scarlet, knife please.”

She placed it in my grip.

Emily whimpered as I leaned in, swiping the knife through the plastic restraints.

“As you can see, he knows me well. He sent reinforcement. Not just any backup. A professional in our world. Rocco often joked, calling me the mafia princess. Together we’re mafia royalty. We’ll run Philly side-by-side.”

I yanked the gag, dropping it on her neck. “All morning I listened to whining bitches. Their gripe I’m sure is the same as yours. Why me? Notice I didn’t say why did he pick me. Later Friday night, he demanded I change my status on social media. He lost his mind. Rocco doesn’t control me. That’s what you bitches don’t get; I don’t roll over for a man. Rocco and I argue all the time. It’s just the way we are. The second we stepped foot into this school, the girls flocked to him like he was a rock star God. He’s a teenage boy.” I shook my head.

“So Emily, tell me. What did you think would come of you and Rocco? Did he make you a promise? Like a relationship?”

“We were together all the time. We studied together and played together.” A devious grin spread across her rich girl berry matte lips.

I felt my blood boiling under my skin. “Whatever you thought you had, guess what? It was a delusion. I’d say that was obvious when he called my name while he fucked you.”

She eased forward. “You sleazy, bitch. You disgust me. How dare you come between us the way you did.”

“Oh, you mean, the way he did, come for me, that is,” I laughed hysterically.

Emily’s hands wrapped around my neck. Just what I wanted, a fair fight. Despite having back up, it was my kind of fair.

I kneed her in her pussy. She grunted, loosening her grip.

My fist slammed into her perfectly straight nose. She’d need plastic surgery once I was done with her ass.

“All you did was throw yourself at him every fucking day. Begging for his dick. Tell me, what was it about him that drew you to him?”

I rolled us over, straddling her. I held a tight grip on her neck.

“He made me come every time he fucked me,” she taunted, snickering.

She clawed at my crisp white uniform blouse, aiming for my face. Sitting up straight, I released her neck. I swung my fists, pounding her face.

“Rocco isn’t single anymore. He’s my man now. The bad boy prince belongs to me. Forever,” I growled.

Hopping off of her, I rammed my stiletto into her side.

“Bitch, I hope you pass kidney stones for days after this ass beating. Don’t get in his face again. He doesn’t want you. Your pussy is yesterday's news. The only pussy he’ll ever fuck is mine, slut bitch.”

She curled into a ball.

“Do I make myself clear?”

I shoved my heel into her thigh. Emily screamed out.

“Answer me, bitch,” I bit out through gritted teeth, as I hovered over her.

“Understood,” she grunted.

Stumbling back, I exhaled. Crimson blood trickled down her leg onto the floor.

I turned and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My blouse hung outside my twisted pleated skirt. Hair standing on my head, I tugged at my curls, trying to restore order.

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