Page 104 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“West and Ameer, shoot those bastards and get down here,” Dominic ordered, as he unlocked Rocco’s restraints.

His lifeless body slumped over. I leaned forward, trying to pull him up.

“Ryah.” Dominic’s eyes softened. “We’ll take care of him.”

West and Ameer appeared. They must’ve used silencers because I didn’t hear gunshots.

“We’ll get him out of here,” Ameer stated, as he scooped me up and sat me on a nearby cold stainless-steel table.

Dominic reached over, pouring bottled water past Rocco’s cracked lips. I’d never seen him in such bad shape. Not even after his fight with Bosco.

“Rocco, try to drink the water. Baby, please,” I yelled.

“Ryah.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse.

West and Ameer carried Rocco out of the building and placed him in the truck.

“Boss, what do you want us to do with the two knuckleheads?” They stared at me. I peeked at Dominic.

“They work for you. Tell them what you want them to do.”

I glanced between West and Ameer. “Leave them. The asshole can figure it out,” I growled.

“Great minds think alike,” Dominic snickered.

I slid into the back seat and rested Rocco’s head on my lap.

Dominic glanced at me. “Do you have somewhere we can lay low? After I get you two medical treatment, we’ll go to Jersey.”

“No, we’re not leaving.”

I gave West the address to Rocco’s warehouse.

“Ok. I’ll call Marco and get extra muscle for as long as you need.”

Smiling, I sighed. “Sounds good.”

Rocco had on the same clothes from the night we pulled the heist. This was all my fault. Rocco asked me to stay out of the streets. I just wouldn’t listen. The end result, I was struck by a driver because I saw Art. And Rocco was beaten within an inch of his life, because I almost died in the hospital. We were both in rough shape.

The searing pain in my stomach pulsated. I felt like I’d pass out at any minute.

Rocco laid unconscious in my arms. When would he wake up? I caressed his chest as my eyelids fluttered closed.

***P***

“Luciano, how nice of you to finally join us.”

Sitting up, I took in the room. What the hell was Dad doing here?

Oh, my god, where was Rocco? The last thing I remembered was passing out.

“West.” I waved him over.

He hustled toward me from the far corner of the warehouse. “How are you feeling?”

“Better. Where is Rocco?”

“I wheeled his bed into the next room.”

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