Page 32 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

CHAPTER FIVE

ROCCO

THREE DAYS LATER, DADand I stood in one of our Philly warehouses, interrogating one of our bodyguards. Jessie had been with us for four years. Our enemy penetrated our camp and the other families, too.

“I can do this all day.” The plastic crunched under my feet as I sauntered closer to him. He squirmed in the wooden chair, wriggled his wrists and ankles like that would free him from the zip ties.

“I’m an expert with a nail gun. I’d tell you to ask the last guy, but he isn’t here anymore to share his experience.”

Agosto snickered in the background. Jessie’s big head hung low. His large chest rose and fell rapidly.

One of our other guards, Max, helped us catch the asshole. He told us everything that happened.

I slapped his jaw twice. “Hey, Jessie, it’s time to watch a little video.”

I pressed play on the laptop, ready to watch everything unfold.

A little after nine at night, they stood near the front gate watching the light traffic that went in and out of the secure neighborhood.

“Jessie, let’s take a break. I need a stiff drink,” Max stated.

“We can’t leave our post.”

“Come on. We’ll keep our Glocks on the kitchen counter. That way we’re ready. But seriously, no one’s getting past the gate.”

Jessie wiped a layer of sweat from his brow. “Yeah, sure.”

Max gripped his shoulder. “Relax, Jessie. I just need a minute to rest. We were left to guard an empty house. This shit blows.”

Once in the house, Jessie sat at the custom counter across from Max.

“This war shit is hard work. We’re on high alert from who?” Max chuckled, as he poured whiskey into their glasses.

“Rocco and Ryah are dead.”

Jessie’s eyes widened.

“What are you talking about?” He chugged the brown liquid.

“Their plane crashed.”

“Urbano, Jackie, and the Conti’s must be beside themselves.”

“They are.”

“When did it happen?”

Max sipped the whiskey. “Last week. They’re trying to keep this information within our circle.”

“They can’t hold on to the information forever.”

“They know. It’s just they’re trying to find the right time to share the information. There’s no telling how their enemies will use these delicate details against them.” Max pointed at Jessie.

“Did you know you and I were the last to find out about the tragic news? All because we haven’t worked for the family that long.”

“I’d say four years is a long time.” Jessie swallowed the rest of the contents in his glass.

“Hit me again.”

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