Page 119 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

They were pretty gnarly, so I understood.

Ryah limped a couple of steps and embraced him.

My fist curled at my side.

They stepped apart, and he pointed at her leg. “What happened?”

“I didn’t want to tell you in a text. I was in a motorcycle accident.”

He pointed at me. “Rocco, too?” Levi circled a finger at his face, inquiring about my scars.

I ambled over. “Hello, Levi. I was in a fight if you must know about my injuries. I’m healing well the doctor said.”

His brows lowered. “You don’t think you should be at home resting. You look like you need a nice long nap.”

Motherfucker.

“Not tonight. Me and my woman need to chill with our friends before we start back to school on Monday. Tomorrow we’ll stay in bed all day.” I pulled her to my side and planted a long kiss in her hair.

Ryah laughed under my touch.

“Anyway, make yourself at home. There’s plenty of food in the kitchen. We’re going to the game room.”

Bosco yelled, “Finally.”

“Yeah, it’s about time,” Gian stated, as we walked into the room.

“Who’s winning?” I asked, before sipping the whiskey.

Ryah released my fingers and walked over to the bar with Faith and Levi.

“Alejandro, and I have next.” I pointed at Bosco.

“No prob.” He smiled.

“We need to set up Beer pong,” Josh shouted, hooking his arm around my neck.

“Let’s do it.”

“All right!” Josh walked over to the bar, grabbing red solo cups.

“Alejandro, what are you drinking tonight?”

“Patrón.”

“I’ll grab a drink for you.”

“Thanks.” He followed me over to the bar.

“Rocco, please tell me whoever you fought received an ass beating too?” He whipped a hand over his short black hair.

Josh leaned over the bar, shielding his hand next to his mouth. “Ryah’s father blamed Rocco for some bullshit. Luckily, after he got out of his predicament, he was able to deliver a nice beat down. I helped Rocco drop him off. And yeah, dudes pretty fucked up.” Josh shook his head, grabbing a case of beer out of the fridge.

“Rocco, asked me not to mention it in front of you know who.” His eyes darted to Ryah, then back to Alejandro.

“I can understand that.”

Alejandro threw the first shot of Patrón to the back of his throat.

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