Page 103 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Dominic opened the rear passenger door and helped me to my feet.

“Are you sure you’ll make it?”

Gripping my side, I clenched my teeth. “Dominic, I have to. I sure miss the morphine right about now.” A small smile tugged at my lips.

I entered the code into the keypad, then we walked through the side door.

“Hello, anyone here?” I shouted.

“Who the fuck is it?” One of dad’s guys yelled from the back of the building.

“Luciano’s daughter,” I growled.

Two guys ran toward us. Their hands shot up as their wide eyes fell over my muscle, pointing guns at them. “Sorry, Ryah. I didn’t mean any disrespect.” Was the big, burly asshole shaking?

West and Ameer stalked forward. Dominic stuffed his hands in his pockets, glaring at the men. His Glock resting in his shoulder holster was on full display.

“Is Luciano here?” Dominic asked.

“No,” the asshole stated. The other guard was short and stocky, with spiky brown hair. He knew to keep his mouth shut.

“If we encounter a problem, I will return and bash your fucking head in,” Dominic roared.

“Follow me.” I walked into dad’s office.

Kicking the rug aside, I pointed at the door. “If he’s here he’ll be down there.”

Dominic glanced at the padlock as he removed his Glock from the holster. “Let’s hope Rocco isn’t anywhere near the door.”

He shot the lock a few times until it broke into pieces.

Dominic swung the door open; I wasted no time flipping on the light and limping down the stairs.

“Ryah, wait. I need to check it out first.”

Scanning the dungeon, I ran a hand over my head. My heart sank. “Where is he?” I whispered.

It was eerily quiet. The smell of urine whipped up my nostrils. I walked toward a darkened back corner and tripped, almost falling on my face. Dominic caught me.

“Ryah, shit. We found him.”

I peered to the right. “Rocco,” I cried in horror.

His eyes were swollen. Falling to my knees, warm urine saturated my jeans. God, he probably thought the asshole was coming back to beat him again.

“Dominic, check one of the drawers along the far wall. There should be a key.”

“Ok.”

I placed two fingers against his pulse. It was faint.

The lights lit up overhead. Dominic must’ve found the other light switch.

I wasn’t prepared for what really lay before me. My boyfriend looked nothing like himself. I tried holding back the tears, but it was impossible. Dad had beaten my big, strong man to a pulp. He was on the brink of death. Violently shaken, my fingers touched the blood caked in his hair and on his clothes.

“Rocco, can you hear me?” I asked frantically.

“Baby,” I muttered, as my fingers slid over his bruised face.

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