Page 55 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

CHAPTER SEVEN

COLLEGE LIFE

RYAH

ROCCO AND I WERE BACKto pulling heists. Flying slickly under the radar. That radar being my dad’s nose. If he found out I was bashing in heads to drive home the message you don’t cross the Conti’s, he’d lose his shit. Maybe even move his office to Jersey. I had to be careful. Dad was good at popping up unannounced.

My brush with death really fucked with my parents’ heads. I think most of the popping up had to do with Mom. He’d arrive and immediately FaceTime her. She’d look up from the restaurant stove and smile. I told her she could come visit, too. Those words seem to put her at ease.

Clutching my blue jean jacket closed, I jogged across campus toward my last class of the day. The second I entered the building; I shook off the chill. If the wind continued its brutal attack on my skin, I’d have to wear a winter coat over my costume in a few days.

Sinking into a seat at the end of the aisle, I released a breath.

Professor Marx wrote algebra problems on the board as he lectured. The students’ eyes moved between the white board and their notebooks as they jotted notes.

Rocco slipped my backpack off my shoulder and placed it on the floor between us. We only had two classes together this semester. He shot me a text.

Rocco: Are you ok?

Me: Yeah, I was the last person in the class taking the biology test. I think I passed.

He smirked.

Rocco: I’m sure you did.

I honed in on the whispering female voices behind me.

“What the fuck does he see in her? He needs a woman like me.”

One major difference between high school and college, no one knew who Rocco and I were. Unless, they were from Philly or Jersey.

Coach Grant persuaded Rocco to join the football team. I didn’t plan to cheer until my man used his tongue skills to change my mind.

Girls cheered on the sidelines at the football games. They all but grabbed Rocco to gain his attention after a game. There were always jealous women talking shit under their breath about me. The slick chatter that went on behind my back about my boyfriend had gone on for two months. It didn’t make sense to beat every chick’s ass because they wanted to fuck my man. Until they laid hands on me, I was cool. But these two bitches were getting under my skin. It was time to teach them a lesson.

“Big tits and a firm ass,” plastic barbie snickered.

Rocco’s ears perked up. I knew he heard them. That meant his wheels were turning.

His fingers skated across his phone screen. I grabbed his hand and Rocco’s sinister eyes met mine.

“Don’t worry, baby. Just you wait. I got it,” I whispered.

His lips tipped up at one end as his arm hooked around my neck.

Rocco’s teeth clenched the tip of my ear. A jolt of electricity swept over my skin. The girls behind us had a front row seat to how crazy my boyfriend was over me. “Give them hell, baby. When you’re done, I’ll take you to dinner. Then I want your pussy on my tongue for dessert,” he growled.

The bitches gasped behind us.

I crossed my legs on a low seductive moan. Fuck, he set my pussy on fire. I wanted him now.

The lecture, Ryah.

“I can’t wait, Rocco,” I purred.

After class, Rocco and I parted ways. The lusting women salivated as they watched all of his long-haired deliciousness walk away. Hands stuffed in my pockets, I followed them out of the building.

“God, he’s so fucking hot. I bet his dick is huge,” the blonde snorted, leaning into her mousy brown-haired friend.

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