Page 58 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Rocco opened my door and helped me out of the car.

“I’m not up to hanging out with anyone right now. I thought we’d pick up the food and go back to your dorm or mine.”

His hands smoothed over my shoulders. “I understand, Ryah. Come on.”

He threaded our fingers and led me toward the front of the house. “Remember the flip property I talked about all the time?”

My jaw dropped. “Wait, this is it?” I pointed at the red door.

“Yup.”

“I can’t wait to see how it turned out.”

Rocco shoved the key in the door, unlocking it. “Keep that excitement.” He pushed the door open.

Why did he say that? Did he not listen to me when it came to the design ideas for the rest of the house? I remembered there being a nice size yard with windows framing the back of the house. Stepping inside, I took in the red sofa.

The smell of fresh paint whipped up my nose. “It’s pretty, Rocco.” I bounced from room to room, taking in every minute detail.

The airy master bedroom was to die for. “That heather gray headboard is the selling point in this room. You’ll have to switch it out before you sell the house. It was a nice touch. Makes me feel like we flipped this house together, even though I never stepped foot on the property until now.”

R&R in big, fancy black lettering was embedded near the top of the headboard.

His arms circled my waist. “The headboard stays.” His lips trailed along the side of my neck.

Fuck, I was losing myself to him.

“Put the headboard in storage. One day we can put it in our bedroom.”

I felt his lips rise against my skin. “It’s already in our bedroom, baby.”

Shock and awe morphed on my face as goosebumps prickled my skin.

“What?” I wriggled in his arms, trying to break free.

“Rocco, what are you talking about?” Managing to turn in his arms, I peeked into his deep blue eyes.

Rocco leaned over, capturing my lower lip between his teeth. Like a zebra caught in the lion’s cross hairs, I was toast.

He stared at me like he did the night I gave him my virginity.

Rocco released my lip and shoved his tongue into my mouth. Gripping his curly locks, a whimper escaped me.

“Roc-Rocco.” I pressed my hands against his broad chest, pushing him back.

“Talk to me. Tell me why you kept the flip property.”

“Have a seat.”

Rocco tore off his jacket then mine before he sat beside me. “After the war, I realized buying a condo for us was out of the question. I needed to keep you safe. The house was technically a fixer upper. It was in bad shape when I bought it. But I knew this diamond in the rough would be worth the time and effort. The house was in the perfect neighborhood. Not far from the school. I asked for your input about furniture and fixtures because this house had to be a representation of you and me. The windows sprawled across the back of the house gave the house charm. And became the focal point of the house as I sank all of your design ideas into this place, turning it into a home. Oh, yeah all the windows are bullet proof.” He smiled.

“There’s also a panic room in the basement. One of the most valuable areas in the house.”

My brows lifted. “I can’t wait to see it.”

He smirked, slicking his fingers through his inky hair. “This bedroom has to be our sanctuary. Not just a place where we fuck, make love, and fuck again. But a place where I can hold you in my arms. So many nights the simple thought of holding you consumed me.”

I laced my arms around his. “Before we attended college, that was a problem. Since then, we’ve slept together almost every night. Either in your dorm room or in mine.”

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