Page 87 of Heartless Mafia Prince

“I was physically attracted to you both. But I was ready to see where things would go between me and Rocco.”

He stroked his thumb over my cheek. A chill swept up my spine.

“I knew you liked me, too. But your nose is open for that asshole.”

I twisted my lips. “Bosco, that asshole has captured my heart. I’ll always stand by my man. But make no mistake, I am not weak for any man.”

His dark brow arched. “Every man needs a woman like you. Loyal. And a fucking spitfire. He’s a lucky man.”

He pulled me into his big arms. Bosco leaned down and whisper shouted in my ear. “The second he fucks up, and he will, I’ll be here for you. Enjoy the party.” His soft lips pressed against my cheek. Curling my fists at my sides, I felt a rush of heat wash over me.

Bosco stepped back. The oversized white t-shirt hung over his denim jeans perfectly. He was beautifully perfect, too. I blinked, and he disappeared.

The girls circled me like sharks. “What the fuck was that about?”

“He’s a childhood friend.” It wasn’t a lie. That was all they needed to know.

“I need a drink.” I adjusted the sleek bun on top of my head. The girls followed me over to a corner bar.

The lanky guy leaned toward me. “What can I get for you ladies?”

Faith pointed at us. “We’ll take four shots of Barney on Acid.”

Genevieve tapped the wooden bar. “That sounds so good.”

Yarlie hooked her arm around my neck. “Bartender, make it eight shots.”

“Coming right up.”

The girls pressed their heads together, staring at the hot guys in passing. Rocco hadn’t returned to his special wall. Was he ok? Bosco wouldn’t set Rocco up.

No, he wouldn’t, Ryah.

I raised the shot glass. “The summer’s almost here.”

“Yes,” we screamed.

We tossed the first shots to the back of our throats.

“Whoa, that was good,” Faith shouted.

I tried being in the moment with my friends, but I had a hard time. My eyes gravitated to Rocco’s spot. He returned. His head was lowered, and a blonde ran her fingers across his neck as she whispered in his ear.

I felt my skin heat.

She stepped back a little and watched his expression. He threw his head back, laughing. She pointed toward the stairs. He raised his bottle and turned his attention elsewhere.

“I saw that, too,” Faith whisper shouted in my ear.

“What do you plan to do to her?”

My lips tipped up at one end as I held the second shot glass at the edge of my lips. “I’m here to party.” I downed the drink.

“Think I’m going for a swim,” I grinned.

Faith turned to the girls.

Familiar strong hands wrapped around my waist. The signature woodsy scent I loved surrounded me.

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