Page 26 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Do we agree?”

“Yes,” Eduardo said. “This is their legacy on the line.”

“Relative or not, the bitch will fall by my son’s sword. He needs to put an end to this feud once and for all,” Galil growled.

I didn’t know who was more upset, Galil or the other bosses. Galil’s fury was understood. His family was back at it again, stirring up shit.

The bosses stood and conversed off to the side.

Gian and Bosco approached the table and took up residence where the bosses vacated.

“Rocco, will you be ready?” Gian asked.

“Yeah, you look like shit,” Bosco snickered.

I slammed my fist into his shoulder. “Fuck you. Yeah, I’ll be ready.”

In true Gian fashion, he picked up the bottle of liquor and poured a little into each of our glasses. “Let’s toast.”

We raised our glasses.

“We are the future bosses of our families. We’ve been friends since we were in diapers. Nothing will come between us. We will stand together and fight. The partnership our fathers established will continue with us. It’s our job to keep our families’ new legacies in tack,” Gian stated.

“Here’s to bringing this bitch down. And continuing our profitable businesses,” I said.

“Here’s to putting an end to the last De Bello who will go against us,” Bosco roared.

“Salute,” we yelled.

Dad pulled me into his arms the second everyone vacated the basement.

“I can’t believe I almost lost my boy.” The boss’s voice broke.

My entire body shook. When you’ve gone through something so traumatic, you forget how everyone around you could be affected.

He stepped back, holding me at arm’s length. “How are you really doing, son?” he sniffled.

“Dad, I feel like I need to sleep for a week. But there’s no time for that.”

“You’ll come back to the safe house with me. Get some rest. Let your mother and sister take care of you. Then in a few days, you and I will leave the house. We won’t return until we’ve brought down our enemy.”

“I can live with that.”

“I’m sure Luciano wants to have a word with you.” He reached into his inside pocket and retrieved my new phone.

Shit.I wasn’t looking forward to that conversation.

“I bet he does,” I muttered, as I took the phone from his grip.

“I’ll wait for you in the truck.” Dad disappeared up the stairs.

With my back straight I walked up the steps, Agosto followed close behind. I think my unconscious state on the raft rocked my team to the core.

“Luciano.” I grinned as I sauntered into the kitchen.

Arms folded, he stood against the counter, glaring at me.

“Rocco Andrisani,” he sang sardonically.

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