Page 120 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Shit, fuck a shot glass. You need something bigger.”

Josh and I laughed.

“Yeah, I should’ve mentioned I needed a short glass.” Alejandro smiled.

All the guys wore t-shirts and jeans. Except Levi. I guess Ryah forgot to tell him tonight was chill. Most of the ladies wore dresses. A few wore jeans. Josh always invited more chicks than guys. He said it helped balance things out. I wasn’t sure how that made sense. I guess maybe so the guys had a selection of chicks to choose from.

My thoughts gravitated back to what that asshole said. I should be in bed recuperating. He wasn’t one of the friends I would’ve invited to hang out with us tonight. It would’ve been nice to discuss upcoming jobs with Bosco and Gian freely. Also, it would’ve been nice to hear how Alejandro was adjusting to the cartel world. I’d save those discussions for our guys’ night coming up next week.

Bosco peeked at Ryah a few times. I wasn’t sure if he still had a crush on her or not. He knew about the accident, so I think he was more so concerned.

“Ryah,” I called out.

She glanced at me from behind her drink.

“Go talk to Gian and Bosco. They want to know how you’re doing.”

“All the way over there?”

I forgot about the whole limping thing. “Hang on.” I refilled my glass.

“Alejandro, can you take my drink? I’ll meet you at the beer pong table.”

“Yeah, sure.”

I sauntered over to Ryah and scooped her up. “Grab your glass.”

She did as she was told.

Faith placed her hand over her heart. “Awe, that’s so romantic.”

“Give her a few minutes, then you guys can join her.”

“No problem,” Levi stated, lips tight.

Something was off about him. I couldn’t put my finger on it.

Ryah caressed my shoulder. “Thank you, Rocco. Marketta told me today at physical therapy I was making progress. She said just don’t overdo it. Then I noticed I was limping a little more than usual.”

“It’s ok, baby. I don’t mind carrying you.” My aching back did, but I didn’t. When someone constantly punched you in the chest and your back smacked the cement wall a hundred times over, that would cause long-lasting pain. I made sure her father got a royal beat down. Waking up without aches and pains wasn’t in his near future either. Fucking asshole.

“Rocco, you make me smile all the time.”

I kissed her cheek. “Baby, I aim to please only you.”

She burst into laughter.

“Hey guys, I brought Ryah over. She has a limp from the motorcycle accident. She hates all the staring,” I smirked, as I placed her on a stool.

“She’s in physical therapy. By summer, she hopes to be in better shape.” My fingers roamed her back.

Gian hugged her. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Thank you.”

Bosco stepped closer. “How does it feel to have bodyguards who don’t report to Luciano?”

“Refreshing,” she beamed.

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