Page 56 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“There’s no way he’s faithful to her. Jessica plans to corner him Friday at the Halloween party. She said she’ll pull out his cock and suck him off.” Her brown ponytail danced as she laughed.

“It wouldn’t be the first time a guy fell victim to her. He’ll bend. They all do,” blondie said.

Was I that invisible? They didn’t even turn around to see I was walking at a distance behind them.

Matching their prancing strides, I offered a sweet smile. “Hey, I’m Ryah.” I stuck my hand out.

They stared at it like it was covered in vomit.

“Ok,” I chuckled.

The wind kicked up my jacket. The gray clouds overhead matched how I felt about these whores.

“You’re Rona and Kimber, right?”

They ignored my polite words.

“Did you muster up the courage to confront us over your boyfriend?” Kimber, the evil blonde with too much bright eyeshadow, bit out.

“Run along, Ryah.” Rona rolled her neck, as she put emphasis on the end of my name.

With an evil scowl, I halted in front of them and shoved them back.

“Oh, bitch, it’s on,” Kimber growled, lunging toward me.

I felt the adrenaline whip through my body. Dipping to the left, I laughed as she stumbled forward.

Rona reached for my golden-brown hair. I grabbed her arm and twisted it.

“Ouch,” she cried.

Fisting a handful of her hair, I spun just as Kimber stalked toward me again.

I bashed Rona’s head into Kimber’s. “Ah,” they yelped, one after the other.

“Rocco Andrisani is my boyfriend.” I slammed my knee into Kimber’s stomach.

Her face twisted as she wrapped her arms around herself, falling backward.

“Stop all the snarky fucking comments about me.” I curled my fingers around her collar and punched her square in the nose.

“Help,” she yelled, bent over cupping her nose. Droplets of blood splatted the pavement.

I peeked over my shoulder. Students stopped dead in their tracks, staring at our confrontation. A few of them held their phones up, recording the fight. Turning back, I shoved my foot on her shoulder, pushing Rona onto the ground.

“Shut the fuck up.”

I crouched down and glared at them.

“If you report me, the present you’ll receive at your dorm room tonight will be just the tip of the iceberg. The next package will arrive at your mother's store on Rodeo Drive, Kimber.”

Her jaw slacked. I fisted her blonde hair and my fist met her eye again and again. She rolled over in a heap, moaning.

“And Rona, you wouldn’t want your dad to have an unnecessary accident with a nail gun at one of his construction sites. Would you?” A devilish grin swept across my face.

“How do you know about our families?”

“You aren’t the only rich kid who attends this school.”

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