Page 108 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

RYAH

WEST PARKED IN FRONTof the garage. Rocco dangled the keys over Ameer’s shoulder. “You guys secure the house and open the garage from inside. There are sleeping quarters above the garage.”

“Be right back,” Ameer stated, as he and West hopped out of the truck.

Rocco rested his head on the leather headrest. “You and I have a lot to talk about.”

I swallowed hard. I’d get the dark details of what happened in the hospital and his time in the dungeon. The garage door opened. “I don’t want to move. Everything hurts,” he groaned.

“I know, but I need to get you cleaned up.”

Slowly, we exited the truck. Rocco held my body close, helping me into the house. Between us, he was in worse shape, but he still tried his best to care for me.

“Soaking my muscles is all I want to do.”

“I’ll run a bath for you, then I’ll take a shower.”

“Why can’t you take a bath with me?”

“While you were sleeping during the drive here, I talked to Dr. Grey. She rattled off a long list of dos and don’ts. Showers are in my future for a few days. Monday, I have a physical therapy appointment. I asked her how long I’d have this limp. She said maybe a few months.”

Rocco and I stood near the kitchen counter waiting for the guys to complete their walk through.

My wonderful boyfriend brushed my wild hair behind my ear. “I don’t give a fuck about the limp. You’re alive.” His nostrils flared. “And you’re with me.”

Rocco leaned over and pressed his busted lips against mine.

“Ah, that hurts,” he muttered. “Kissing your lips is always worth the pain.”

I laughed. “You’re a glutton for punishment.”

“Clearly, I am when it comes to you, Princess.”

I loved when he called me princess.

“We’re done,” West concluded, as he and Ameer stepped into the kitchen.

“There are a few rules we need to get established. There will be absolutely no food deliveries to this house or any place we live. We can’t trust anyone. That being said, you guys will pick up our food. Starting tonight.”

“Not a problem,” Ameer stated.

West looked at me. “Boss, you’ll find our numbers programmed in your phone. Just shoot either of us a text and we’ll pick up your food.”

I couldn’t help but smile again at the term, boss.

“I’ll send that to you momentarily.”

They grinned, then vacated the house.

“I can’t believe you have bodyguards who don’t report to your father.”

We helped each other up the stairs through the dimly lit house.

“Yeah, my cousin really came through. I’m happy the Magarelli’s are my family. Dominic said he will call on us in the future. I told him we’d be happy to help.”

“Yup, not a problem at all.” He flashed a half smirk.

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