Page 123 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Sierra’s gray eyes lit up. “Thank you. The kids football charity means a lot to me. Tons of hard work goes in to making each benefit successful. Please enjoy yourselves. We’ll announce your contributions right after dinner. If you need me, I’ll be around.”

“Thanks,” I said, before she walked away.

“See she didn’t mention the earrings.”

“Rocco, that’s because she was rich. How did you put it earlier? Her ex-husband is one of the greatest players to ever play football.”

“Well, he is. I can’t wait to come back and watch them play in the fall.”

Ryah shook her head.

“We have this big table to ourselves.” I smiled.

“I love it. I just want to talk to my man without having to make short talk with these vultures.”

My lips fell on her bare shoulder. “You’re freezing. Take my jacket.”

“I’m fine. Besides, you look so handsome in a tux.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

I whipped off my jacket and placed it on her shoulders.

“I appreciate the compliment. I’ll put the jacket back on just for you once we leave.”

“And when are we leaving?”

“Thirty minutes after our names are announced.”

“I can live with that.”

A woman stepped onto the stage and gave a speech.

The servers whisked around us, refreshing our drinks and placing our meals before us.

“Too bad we start school right after Labor Day. Whose bright idea was it to take summer classes?”

I slipped a carrot into my mouth. “Yours.”

“Rocco, you didn’t have to take classes, too.”

“I did if we’re graduating at the same time.”

She nodded, then sipped the iced tea. “That’s true.”

Her face brightened as she stared at me. “I’m driving us to school on the first day in my new Mercedes truck.”

Ryah leaned over and kissed my lips. “Thanks again for the beautiful gifts.”

“You’re welcome, Ryah.”

“Rocco Andrisani, donated five hundred thousand dollars,” the red head woman said into the microphone.

I threw a hand in the air. Clapping erupted around us.

We tabled our conversation about school long enough to listen to the names being called.

“Ryah Conti, donated six hundred thousand dollars.”

She raised her hand and smiled.

Their mouths dropped open around us. It was the highlight of the night. They shouldn’t have judged a book by its cover. She wasn’t arm candy. The beautiful black woman was rich. Ryah deserved the spotlight.

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