Page 59 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Not the same, baby. I hate that some fucker could catch a glimpse of you walking into the bathroom across the hall wearing only my t-shirt. This is your home. You can walk around in one of my shirts or nothing at all.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I love it.” My smile didn’t quite meet my eyes.

“Rocco, I told you I wanted to live in the dorms during our first year of college.”

“Trust me, I remember. I also told you I’d kidnap you and we’d live off campus on the weekends.”

“Rocco, you’re so possessive.” I pressed my lips against his.

“I am when it comes to my beautiful woman.”

The doorbell rang.

“Make yourself at home.” He turned half-way as he reached the door. “Don’t leave this room. Just wait till I return.”

My brows bunched together. “Ok.”

Kicking off my sneakers, I took in every inch of the gray room. My wonderfully rugged boyfriend created this little piece of heaven for us.

Whisper shouting went on, maybe in the living room or kitchen. Who was Rocco talking to?

“Continue. I’ll be right back,” Rocco said.

Standing near the threshold, I heard the front door open and close. I decided against stepping into the hall and peeking over the banister, which would give me a view of the first floor. The shuffling of feet and the sound of rustling bags held my curiosity.

A short time later, Rocco’s deep voice rattled, “Thank you.”

“See you in the morning, boss.”

“Genn,” I muttered, standing behind the partially open door.

Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs.

Shit.

I scampered into the master bathroom, flipping on the light. My mouth dropped open. Big fluffy white towels trimmed in gray hung on the towel bar. Our initials were engraved in the plush material.

“God, he did all of this...for me,” I uttered.

“Why is it so hard to believe I’d want a home with you?”

The beat of my heart slammed into my rib cage at top speed.

“You know I don’t believe in forever.”

His rock-solid arms wrapped around my body, and his lips melted against my cheek. “I don’t care if our forever is for two weeks or seventy years. You’re the only woman who can drive me crazy with that slick tongue. We’re getting married and starting a family after college, Ryah.”

He had to feel my heart hammering in my chest.

“Rocco-”

“Don’t tell me again how you don’t want kids. Because you do.”

“Our life is too dangerous. I told you that before.”

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth. And those sexy long eyelashes swept over his face. I could tell I was getting under his skin, but I didn’t care. I’d love to have children if we weren’t mobsters.

“We’ll do everything we can to protect our little people.”

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