Page 101 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Dominic’s men enter,” I ordered.

Scuffling and fists pounding flesh sounded on the other side of the door before it flew open.

Two muscled guys in suits walked in, tossing Art and Smitty aside.

One of the guys stepped forward, stretching his hand out toward me. “My name is West Stein. It is a pleasure to meet you Ryah Conti.”

He flashed a witty smile and his blue eyes glinted.

“I wish I could shake your hand. If I do, my gown will fly open.”

His face reddened. “We’re here at your service.”

West was young and too handsome to be a bodyguard. His short blond hair was slicked back. West gave off that pretty bad boy look.

“Ms. Conti, my name is Ameer Brookes.” His brown eyes brightened as he waved at West’s side. The black suit fit tight on his muscled arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Ameer squared his chin, giving off a cocky vibe.

Two young gorgeous bodyguards who have already proved they were more than pretty faces.

“Ryah, you don’t have the authority to fire us,” Art bit out.

“I’m telling you she fucking does.” Dominic stalked through the door, pulling Art to his feet by his suit jacket.

“Maybe you don’t know the story.” His eyes fell on Mom.

“She does. Isn’t that right, Melanie?”

“Yes.” Her smile rose and fell. Mom caressed my face, and I flinched.

“They protected me and you when your grandfather tried to kill us.”

My mouth dropped open, and it felt like a thousand muscled hearts beat throughout my body.

“Yes, he came close to killing us a few times.” Her eyes glassed over.

She turned her attention to Dominic, meeting his beautiful, dark green-eyed gaze. “I am forever grateful to the Magarellis. Art, Smitty, stand down.”

Dominic threw Art against the wall like he was stale meat.

He stepped closer. “Tell Luciano I love him, but if Ryah’s boyfriend is dead, he’s next. That’s a direct message from Salvatore, Sergio, and myself. He knows our level of power and our reach. For his sake, I hope he’s still alive.” His eyes fell on me. “I’d love to put his father down once and for all.” Dominic’s large hand cupped my cheek. “I’ll leave that to you.”

I raised my chin, standing with all the confidence I had. “Thank you.”

He flashed a handsome smirk. Dominic reminded me of Rocco. Confident and strong. My cousin didn’t take shit from anyone. At twenty-five, he was the acting boss for his family. Since his father Sergio was the governor of New Jersey.

Dominic ran a hand over his thick black curls. “Do you have a change of clothes?”

“No.”

“Ameer, grab a wheelchair. Hurry back. We have business to handle.”

I glared at Mom. “Tell me what happened the night of my accident.”

“Take a seat.” She helped me over to the bed.

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