Page 122 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Thank you.”

“It’s her birthday,” I stated.

“Happy birthday,” they sang in unison.

“Thank you,” she laughed.

“They’re so cute.” She continued lathering my skin with suntan lotion.

“Later, we can swing by and check on the progression of our second property.”

“I’d love that.”

Ryah visited her father a few days after I dropped him on Melanie’s porch.

She was pretty fucked up after seeing him. Ryah spent several nights in the panic room shower crying and screaming. Her pain was mine. I laid on one of the beds and endured every ounce of her pain. When her whimpers ceased, I entered the shower and pulled her into my arms. Ryah was a snotty mess. I didn’t give a shit. I cleaned her face, kissed her forehead, then whispered in her ear. “I’m here, baby.”

She clawed at my chest, and the tears started again. Ryah was caught in a fight between two men she loved. It wasn’t fair. But hey life wasn’t fair. Once our feud was over, we’d all turn out stronger.

I was a heartless motherfucker, but that was one fight I wish I would’ve walked away from.

She visited Luciano several times at his house. I hadn’t told Ryah, Rosetta tried to off her and her mother. At the time, learning her grandfather tried to kill her several times, I felt was enough information for one night. I’d eventually tell Ryah. We were unable to make moves until we were made, anyway. It was frowned upon to put a hit on a Don or Donna. We had to be strategic in our plan to kill them.

Luciano and I would also put our differences aside and handle business.

Their relationship was still strained. I told him it would be. Maybe he believed me now.

***P***

Possessively, my hand swayed her lower back. I loved the way the short pink satin dress fit tight around her waist. I watched the goosebumps rise on her bare arms. Ryah held her head high not giving into the airconditioned ballroom. In a few minutes, I’d remove my black tux jacket and drape it across her shoulders.

The super-rich old geezers’ eyes were drawn to her breasts. The lower part of the dress moved with her as she strutted in the matching strappy heels toward our table in the center of the room. Her golden-brown curls were pulled into a tight bun on top of her head. I wanted to run my tongue along her exposed neck. Later tonight, I’d fuck the birthday girl in front of the mirror from behind and watch her breasts jiggle against the soft fabric.

I pulled out her seat and Ryah sank into the chair like a poised ballerina. The enormous diamond studs glistened under the bright lights.

Women whispered around us staring at my beautiful woman. They probably wondered who the young black woman was. They’d soon find out.

Leaning on her elbows, she turned to me resting her chin on her hands. “I think the earrings are a little much, Rocco. They won’t stop staring. I’m appreciative for the birthday gift, but I think this is the most money I’ve worn in one night.”

“Relax, baby, I have years to spoil you.” I smiled. “The diamond earrings are just the tip of the iceberg.”

Her eyes bulged. “They’re the size of an iceberg.”

I laughed. “You’re beautiful when you’re nervous.”

“How long do we have to sit here? We’re just donating money to charity on our fathers’ behalf.”

“Well, hello,” a soft voice sounded from behind.

“Hello Sierra. It’s a pleasure to meet you in person.” I stretched my hand out for hers.

“Likewise, Mr. Andrisani.” She firmly shook my hand.

“I’d like you to meet my beautiful girlfriend, Ryah Conti.”

Their hands locked in a hand shake.

“It’s very nice to meet you. The ballroom is exquisite,” Ryah beamed.

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