Page 47 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Kat ran down the hall, out of breath. “What’s wrong?”

He pointed across the bathroom.

“Oh my god,” she shrilled, covering her mouth.

I enjoyed the look of horror and disbelief on their faces. Popping out of the closet, I stalked toward them, pointing my Glock in their direction.

Kat’s green eyes bulged out of her head as she stared at me.

I lifted a finger to my lips. “Scream again and I will kill you both.”

“You killed my sister?” she cried.

I slammed the butt of my gun against Olson’s head. Kat ran to his aid, holding him.

“I’m here to deliver a message.” I pointed at the severed head. Bettina’s long blonde ponytail dangled from the shower rod. A chuckle released from my throat. “It’s a nice touch, don’t you think?”

“Why?” Kat howled.

“Your sister stirred up shit for the four families. She was settling a score for your dead grandfather. You see where that got her. If any of you seek revenge again, I’ll come back personally and kill you all. We’re driving the point home to the rest of your family too. Do we understand each other?”

“Yes,” they cried out.

I slipped the backpack off my shoulder. “I’ll be taking this.” I untied the severed head and stuffed it into the bag.

“Remember what I said,” I stated, walking away.

“Don’t make me come back here.”

Days later, we moved back into our mansions and began rebuilding our businesses.

The bustling restaurant was lively and full of excitement. We sat in a tall booth away from the windows with a great view of the door. Our bodyguards were still on high alert, even though the war was over.

Threading our fingers, I stared at Ryah. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” Her head fell on my shoulder.

“It feels nice being back in civilization.”

“Ryah, it certainly does.”

“I love that you dressed up for me on my birthday. The dark blazer, jeans, and those brown loafers...” She peeked at me, licking her lips. “I want to rip off your clothes. Starting with this soft forest green t-shirt. This is one of my favorite colors, you know?”

I smiled on a chuckle. “Ryah, I certainly do.”

Her lips fell against mine.

“Baby, are you trying to seduce me?”

Ryah’s hand slid down my shirt and landed on my hard cock. “Yes. Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah. But I have something else planned tonight.” I changed the subject. “Did your mom say how long it would be before the restaurant reopens?”

Her lips melted against my cheek before she sipped a glass of ice-cold water.

“Luckily, there wasn’t a fire this time. Just vandalism. Mom will open in a few weeks,” she said.

Ryah bit into a buttered roll. “Rocco, thanks for my birthday dinner. The food was fantastic.”

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