Page 71 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“You won’t even touch me with your tongue anymore. I’m grasping at straws, Rocco. I was ready to give myself to you, then you turned into a block of ice before my eyes. Is this an open relationship? Because if it is, here’s the stipulation. If you fuck another chick, I’ll fuck some random guy you don’t know either.”

I hooked the towel around my neck, then gripped her jaw. My sweaty chest rose and fell. She took things too far. But it wasn’t on her. It was on me. This woman knew me inside and out. No other woman could say what she just said and it mean anything to me.

Ryah’s eyes lit up. A dark chuckle rolled from deep within.

“I don’t want to fuck another chick, Ryah. But you knew that. You also knew I still loved you because I sit outside your house every... fucking... day.”

Her eyes softened. But she had no intention of retracting one statement.

“If you want blood on your hands, then go right ahead. Fuck another guy. I’ll kill him while you watch.” I pressed my lips against hers.

She didn’t kiss me back. I released her face and stared into her cold eyes.

“Tell me this is not about the incident.”

I gruffly rubbed my face. “Go to class, Ryah.”

“Guess, I’ll bring popcorn to the kill site,” she whispered against my lips.

She inched away. I gripped her hip and pinned her to the wall.

“I want my boyfriend back. The one who spoiled me and showered me with love and affection. But if he’s not coming back, tell me now. Since you have no plans of letting me go, I guess we’ll see other people.”

I pulled her lips into mine. She released the books, and they slammed against the floor. Her hands clasped my neck, and I closed the space between us. Ryah moaned against my lips.

“Are you back?” she breathed, her eyes locking with mine.

“Yes, baby.”

“Good,” she smiled.

“It felt like I became too clingy.”

“Rocco, I love spending time with you. We have sports, which means we weren’t together as much as you thought.”

Ryah held my face. “There will be other jobs. You need to wrap your mind around that, Rocco.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, briefly. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

She leaned against the wall. “Rocco?”

“Yeah?”

“Just so we’re clear, if you would’ve fucked another woman, I would’ve sent her body parts to you in the mail.”

I smirked and my lips grazed the tip of her ear. “If you fucked another guy, I would’ve given you the knife to drive through his heart.” I took a step back.

The biggest smile crossed her lips.

I collected her books off the floor and placed them in her arms.

“I’ll tell Smitty you’re riding with me.”

She winked over her shoulder before strutting off.

I walked toward the seniors. “You think it’s ok to laugh about me stalking my woman. Whose head am I cracking first?”

Their eyes widened as I approached. Jeremiah cut me off at the path. “Fuck, those pricks. You have a game to get ready for.”

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