Page 121 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Guys, Ryah’s friend Levi doesn’t know about Luciano holding me hostage. I’d like to keep that in our circle of trust.”

Ryah slapped my chest.

I raised my hands as if I was surrendering. “What did I say wrong?”

“Don’t be mean, Rocco.”

“Baby, I’m not. But the way his eyes raked over you when he arrived. I thought about snatching his eyeballs out of his sockets.”

The guys laughed.

I kissed her cheek. “Now if you all would excuse me, I have a beer pong game to win.”

During the course of the night, I interacted with Levi. You know the saying: keep your best friends close and your enemies closer.

Earlier, I was sober when I noticed the way he looked at Ryah. What I didn’t want to happen was unfolding before my eyes. The fucker had fallen for my woman. Maybe if my girl was more of an asshole, she wouldn’t be so fucking likable.

The moment Ryah dressed him in blazers, I became more suspicious of him. Well, I doubt she seriously told him to dress like me. Maybe he watched how she reacted to me when I wore them.

So I wondered just how much he liked her. There weren’t any secret shrines in his dorm room for her yet. I knew because I had Agosto check. As long as he was in the picture, he’d remain on my murder radar. If he wasn’t careful one day soon, he’d come up missing.

***P***

“Rocco, this beach trip was just what I needed. To feel the sand between my toes,” she moaned, rolling off her towel and onto my back. Her lips fell against my shoulder.

“We deserve this vacation. It’s long overdue.” I glanced up at her, flashing a smile in agreement.

Ryah and I took summer classes, so our June trip was delayed. The moment her last class ended, I whisked her off to the airport. Did I sedate her again? Not this time. I fucked her so good she was more focused on her next orgasm than the plane falling out of the sky.

Ryah sat up and poured a generous amount of suntan lotion in her palm.

“Seattle’s like our third home.” She massaged the lotion into my skin.

“I wonder if you’ll feel the same way when we spend more time in Cali.”

“Yeah, well I don’t know. But I’m digging this city.”

Scanning the beach, I noticed a couple lying on beach loungers, watching who I assumed were their twin sons build an elaborate sandcastle. They couldn’t have been more than seven or eight. They reminded me of little geniuses. There was so much detail in their work.

One of the boys’ dark eyes caught mine. He whispered to his brother, then pointed in my direction.

I lifted my aviators. “What’s up, guys?”

Ryah stopped mid stroke.

“Is she your girlfriend?”

His mother whispered something to him. A proud smile flashed on their father’s face.

I peeked over my shoulder at my sexy woman dressed in an orange bikini. “Yup. She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” I glanced back at them.

The other dark-haired boy with dreads grinned. “She is.”

They chuckled.

“Hi, guys,” Ryah stated.

“I love your castle.”

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