Page 48 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Anything for you, Ryah.”

Her cheeks reddened before my eyes. I loved that shit.

Tearing my eyes away from hers, I grinned at the four servers approaching. A woman wearing a burgundy uniform led the pack, carrying a vanilla cake. Large chocolate covered strawberries decorated the top.

They sang happy birthday, and I joined in.

Ryah’s fists curled under her chin. “Awe, the cake is gorgeous.”

One of the servers placed the cake with sparkling candles before Ryah.

She leaned in and blew out the seventeen candles.

Clapping erupted around the restaurant.

“Happy seventeenth birthday, baby.” I pressed my lips against her cheek.

“Thank you.” She beamed.

The waitress served us each a slice of cake. “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Just the check.”

Her brown cheeks lifted. “I’ll be right back.”

“Rocco, where to next?”

“It’s a surprise. And I need you not to ask a lot of questions.” I rubbed the nape of her neck.

She shoved a forkful of cake into her mouth and stared at me. “Fine.”

***P***

Twenty minutes later, Ryah danced in the Bugatti bucket seat beside me.

“It’s weird riding along, dancing, but you can’t see anything,” she chuckled, as her fingers slipped over the blindfold covering her eyes.

“Don’t take that off, Ryah.”

“I won’t, Rocco.”

I rolled to a stop outside Josh and Mara’s house.

“Can I take it off?”

“No, baby.” I ran around the car and opened her door.

“It’s so quiet. Are we at a park?”

I chuckled. “No, but watch your step.”

This woman hated the unknown.

Pushing the door open, I helped her inside and flipped on the light.

“Rocco, is everything ok?”

Shit. Panic set into her voice. I didn’t like that at all. This was an after effect of all we’d been through.

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