Page 23 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

This fucking woman had me wrapped so tight around her finger, she had no clue how deeply I loved her. The thought of keeping her in the safe house the entire time like her dad would want crossed my mind. But Ryah wouldn’t forgive me if I didn’t pull her in on this somehow. Truthfully, she had every right to be a part of this. She almost died because of a war between the Andrisanis’ and the De Bellos’.

I pulled her into my arms.

“Art, are we clear?”

He waited at the entrance. “Yeah. Ryah, we need to move.”

“Bye, Rocco.” She stood on her tippy toes and crushed my lips for the last time.

“See you later, baby.”

I grabbed my backpack off the beige leather sofa and tossed it over my shoulder.

“Genn, Agosto, I’m ready to meet the bosses.”

***P***

I entered the back door of a home nestled in a Lancaster suburb. After the explosion the other day, walking through back doors of homes made me paranoid. Gripping the Glock at my side, I peeked down the hall into the quaint living room as I followed Agosto. Genn picked up the rear.

Rich cigar smoke filled the air as I hit the bottom of the stairs. The bosses sat at a long table in the center of the finished basement.

Dad sat stone faced, puffing a cigar beside his best friend. Luciano narrowed his eyes on me. What was new?

“Eduardo, Galil.” I nodded.

“Rocco,” they stated, respectively.

I slammed my hands on my friends’ shoulders, who stood to the side with their hands cupped in front of them. They wore button down dress shirts and slacks like myself.

“Gian, good to see you. Bosco, we have a big problem.”

He frowned. “Tell me we aren’t still beefing over Ryah?”

“No, we have a more pressing issue.”

I stepped to the head of the table, and my eyes scanned each of the men’s faces in the room. Dad sat at my left, across from Galil and Eduardo. Luciano sat next to Dad.

“I’m not sure how much you know. My girlfriend and I almost died yesterday,” I glowered.

“A crazy woman hacked the TV on my family’s plane and gave us an ear-full before we crashed. Hence the white bandage wrapped around my head.” I pointed a finger at my skull.

Their brows wrinkled.

I brought them up to speed on our near-death experience. The blood boiled under my skin as I recalled yesterday’s events.

“Is this a hit on our family?” Bosco asked blankly.

Our guards stood around the room and near the exit like soldiers.

“No,” Dad answered Bosco’s question, meeting Galil’s simmering gaze.

“But this is the second time we’ve gone to war with your family.”

“I have no idea who the fuck this person is. And it sounds like she wants us out of the picture too,” Galil snapped.

“I don’t know who she could want to take Bosco’s place.” I tapped my jaw theatrically. “Maybe her son.”

I picked up the bottle of Jim Beam and poured roughly two shots in the glass sitting before me.

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