Page 60 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

I reached up, scratching at his stubbled cheek. His fingers brushed across my mound through my jeans, and a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

“You honestly don’t want kids with me?”

His big blue eyes stared into my green ones through the mirror. “They’ll have my eyes and your beautiful brown skin.” A smile filled his face.

“They’d be incredible little people. And they wouldn’t be born out of wedlock,” I smirked.

His gaze turned dark and unruly before my eyes. Rocco spun me to face him. “You’re fucking perfect. I despise anyone who makes you think you’re less than.” He gripped my face, tight.

“I will kill anyone who calls you a bastard child. Starting with your fucking grandfather.”

His chest rose and fell, fury searing into his handsome features.

“Rocco, there’s nothing you can do about someone speaking negatively about me. And you can’t kill my grandfather. He’s a made man.”

“Soon I will be, too. His head will be on the chopping block. Before our children are born, he’ll be dead.”

“I’ve never told you exactly what happened to me when I was little. I don’t even know the entire story. Who told you?”

Silence passed between us.

“My mother.”

His sad eyes poured over me as his gentle kisses melted on my golden-brown skin.

“Come on.” He didn’t want to discuss the sore subject anymore.

Rocco’s fingers entangled mine as he led me downstairs into the kitchen.

I let go of his hand and paused. “Rocco, you ordered dinner.” It was more of a statement than a question.

There were black and red tall candles lining the black marble counter. Food trays sat front and center. Curry and jerk seasoning lit the air.

“The food looks and smells so good.” I stood on my tippy toes and kissed his cheek.

“I have the best boyfriend in the world.” Stepping away, I grabbed a fancy, colorful plate. “No wonder every woman wants my man.”

Rocco’s hand massaged the small of my back. I loved his hands on me. He made me feel safe and secure. “No one can have me but you, Princess.”

His lips landed in my hair.

“I didn’t plan to fight today, but I’ll do it again to put a bitch in her place,” I snarled.

“You shouldn’t have to fight over me. Those chicks almost fucked up the day I had planned for us.”

My eyes grew in size. “Oh shit. When you mentioned dinner, this was your plan all along?”

“Yup. And you stopped me from asking Scarlett to handle them, who will work for both of us going forward.”

“Rocco, I can fight my own battles.”

“Baby, trust me, I know you can. But having back up is never a bad thing.”

I sat the plate I prepared for him on the counter, then proceeded to place two curry chicken drumsticks on my plate.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Rocco stepped away to fill two glasses with ginger ale.

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