Page 133 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

My woman aged gracefully. Ryah was twenty-two, but didn’t look a day over eighteen. I missed the Ryah who enjoyed jeans and sneakers. For our next vacation, I planned a hiking trip. No business attire allowed.

“Look at this.” She slid her phone in front of me.

My eyes widened as I read the article. “Did this really happen?”

“Yes, I haven’t talked to Dominic because he’s been very busy. But West and Ameer confirmed it’s true. My cousins Dillon and Tony are alive. Oh, and look at this.”

She swiped to the next page.

My brows rose. “Get the fuck out of here.” There was a picture of Dillon and Sierra. The woman who was married to Jeremy from the Seattle Seahawks. We met her at the benefit a few years back.

“I can’t believe she’s dating my cousin.”

“Me either.”

“Once they get settled, we’ll have to visit them. West said they’re having some territorial issues,” she whispered.

That meant beef with another family. We knew how challenging that could be.

“Tell West to relay the message we’ll help in any way we can.”

She shook her head. “I will.” Ryah raised her hand, alerting Gwen, one of the waitresses.

Customers chatted amongst themselves at tables across the restaurant. We usually sat at one particular table away from others.

“Hey, Ryah and Rocco, how are you doing this evening?” Gwen smiled; hands clasped behind her back. She wore a peach-colored long sleeve blouse, and a black apron over black slacks. Melanie’s upscale restaurant was a very popular place to dine.

“Good,” we stated, one after the other.

“What can I get you two?”

“Two glasses and a bottle of Jim Beam,” Ryah stated.

“Sure.” Gwen stepped away.

Ryah turned to face me, batting those long lashes over those stunning green eyes.

“Uh oh, I know that look. What are you up to?”

Gwen approached and poured whiskey in our glasses, leaving the bottle. She darted off to another table.

“Take a sip first,” Ryah urged.

Shit, this is bad.

“Ryah, just tell me already.” I threw the brown liquid down my throat.

“Levi texted me recently. He wanted us to meet his girlfriend. He said he thinks she’s the one. He wanted her to meet his friends. I couldn’t believe he still viewed us as friends since I hadn’t talked to him that often. It was always casual. How’s work? Have you taken over the company yet?” Her smile rose and fell.

There wasn’t a fucking smirk on my face. This guy weaseled his way back in to her life. If that motherfucker sat in front of us and stared at my woman while his girlfriend was present, I’d punch him in the mouth.

I gruffly rubbed my bearded face. “Ok, Ryah.”

Sweeping my hand around her waist, I ran my nose over her ear lobe. “That fucker better keep his gaze rated G when it comes to you. If he attempts PG 13, it won’t end well for him, Ryah. You remember what I said, right?”

“Yeah, Rocco, how could I forget. I came hard as fuck when you growled out those words.”

“You sure did. Looks like you’ll be coming hard when I shout them out tonight.”

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