Page 110 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Good, I’m starving.” I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around my body.

“West reminds me of Agosto. Happy to do anything for you and always shows you respect,” Rocco stated.

“Despite everything that has happened, this is a refreshing change.”

“It is, baby.”

I helped him climb out of the tub and I slipped a towel around his waist. His massive hard-on didn’t go unnoticed. In his battered state, the man was still rock hard for me. It was truly a turn on.

His arm hooked around my neck as we walked toward the bed. “This is the second time I’m injured and want to feel your pussy hug my cock.”

I caressed his puffy face. “I’ll take whatever pleasing you can give, starting with the simple act of touching. Just to have you lying at my side works for me. Before you know it, I’ll be back in the saddle so to speak.” I winked.

He laughed. “Ouch it hurts to laugh.” Uncontrollable, rough coughing followed. I thought a lung would fall out of his mouth.

“Under the blanket. I’ll have West bring you a bottle of water. try to relax.”

The tiny hairs stood all over my body. What if he had internal injuries, too? This was bad.

An hour later, I thanked Dr. Pisano for examining me and Rocco. He was the new doctor Dominic set us up with. He worked for Marco, too. I told him to focus on Rocco. Dr. Pisano insisted on checking my injuries, too. It paid to have a mob doctor on call.

West refused to leave us alone. He stocked our nightstands with water bottles and laid out the pills we needed to take in the morning.

“Ryah, I’ll be down the hall if you or Rocco need me.”

“Thanks, West.”

I couldn’t argue. We needed help.

He nodded before stepping out of the room.

Normally, I’d call Mom. But she fucked me over royally, so she wasn’t an option. I picked up Rocco’s phone and called his mother.

She answered on the first ring. “Rocco, are you all, right?”

Pain was evident in her voice.

“Jackie, it’s Ryah. Rocco’s fine, but...”

“But what?” her voice shook.

“Can you come-”

“I’m on my way. I didn’t want to overstep with everything going on. But I’m so happy you called. I’ll be there in a couple of hours. And don’t worry, I have the spare key. I’ll let myself in.”

I exhaled. “Thank you so much, Jackie.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, in a thick Jersey accent.

“See you soon.” She disconnected the call.

I climbed into bed and lightly combed my fingers over Rocco’s bare chest. “Your mother will be here soon.”

He didn’t respond. Rocco was heavily sedated.

Anger coursed through my veins.

Dad deserved triple the pain for what he did to Rocco.

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