Page 2 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“I got you, baby.”

Maybe I should tell her I’m not all right.

Ercole crawled out of the plane first. He swam in place as he waited for Ryah to climb out next. Because of our status, we were supposed to be led to safety first.

“Jennie, go.”

Agosto narrowed his eyes at me. “You know that’s not protocol.”

I gripped the seat in an effort to remain right side up. Genn glanced at me just as I righted myself.

“Are you all right, Rocco?”

I rubbed my nose. “Yeah, I’m good,” I lied. Shit, did something hit my head during the flight?

It was definitely possible. There was chaos before the plane hit the ocean.

Climbing out of the plane, I welcomed the sun rays warming my back. I peeked around at the clear blue water. I didn’t see one boat. Maybe once we were in the raft, we’d have better luck at seeing land soon. Glancing to the left, my eyes fell on Ryah. She was all that mattered. Her father would have my head for this. I’d be the blame for Ryah’s brush with death. Although it sounded like the woman planned to kill us both. Maybe they would’ve intercepted the Conti’s plane at the airport. We had to find out who the bastard was that sold us out. They’d pay nice and slow. I’d start with something subtle...like...burning their flesh while they're still alive.

I laughed inside. Yeah, that felt good just thinking about it. Ryah smiled as I hoisted myself on the wing beside her and Jennie.

“Are you ok?” Ryah whispered.

She knew my secret about the water and she was concerned.

“Yes, everything is fine.”

Ryah squinted. “We tell each other everything,” she bit out.

“Rocco, I know something is wrong.” She gripped my hand.

“My head hurts. I’ll be fine.”

Worry danced in her green eyes as she slid her shaky thumb across my forehead. “You’re bleeding again.”

I peeked at Genn. He tossed the raft into the water. It popped up like a bouncy castle.

“You can patch me up once we’re inside. How are you feeling?”

“My body aches all over and everything sounds far away.”

Ercole slid off the wing into the ocean. “Ryah, Rocco, into the raft.” He nodded to the traitor. “Jennie move.”

Once inside the raft, I tore off my backpack and threw it beside me.

“This is a good raft. Seats twelve,” Genn stated.

The heavy, wet clothes stuck to my body as I leaned my head against the tiny window.

“Who has the first aid kit?” Genn’s eyes roamed the enclosed raft.

“I do.” Ryah reached inside her bag.

“Jennie, make yourself useful. Clean this cut,” Genn growled.

She snapped forward, retrieving the items she needed, then tended to Genn.

“Agosto and Ercole, row us toward land.” Genn pointed his hand north.

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