Page 75 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

He sat in one of the four chairs amongst our small crew. People rushed to the dance floor once the DJ played the next popular song.

Neto frat house was filled to the brim with college kids. Several of them leaned against the navy walls. Our position gave us the best view at every angle under the low lights. A few girls crowded a guy on the sofa in front of the window to our left. We could see the dance floor in the second living room across from us. The makeshift bar was to our right near the large kitchen where the main beer pong game took place.

“Ryah said you’ve visited several times in the last couple of months. Dude, you might as well transfer from Harvard.”

His smile withered. “I’m trying.”

I sat up straight, brows raised. “What?”

The girls were deep in their own conversation.

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to attend Harvard Business School. I’d rather be closer to Faith.”

“I remember you two sneaking around in high school.”

He ran his hand over his slicked back black hair. “I’m sure you know about my brother.”

“In my line of work, I know everyone’s back story.”

I leaned closer. “Have you met her father?” I hiked my thumb in Faith’s direction.

“No.”

“It’s obvious you have it bad for Faith. But if you go down this road, there’s no turning back. Are you ready to become the man?”

I spoke in code.

“Like yourself, that was all I knew growing up. At the age of thirteen my life changed.”

“Your family tried to give you a different life. If you’re ready to cross back to the dark side, you should set up a meeting with El jefe.”

Faith’s father was a cartel boss from Mexico. He had a lot of business dealings in the U.S. With Alejandro’s family’s connections, he’d become one of the wealthiest men in Mexico. Their union would be a wonderful business opportunity for her father.

Faith glanced over her shoulder, smiling at Alejandro. All the sneaking around must’ve been annoying as fuck. “If you want to hang out with me one night and get reacquainted with our world. Let me know.”

He nodded. “Thanks, man. I’ll definitely take you up on that offer.” Alejandro reached into his inner blazer pocket, retrieving two cigars. “Would you like one?”

I grinned. “Yeah, thanks.”

After Alejandro cut off the caps of the cigars, Agosto appeared, lighting them for us. My men were the best at their job. In my opinion, anyway.

“Thanks Agosto.”

He stepped back into the shadows.

“Your men are on their shit.”

“They have to be in this business. Hire ex-military. And make sure they know how to fly aircrafts.”

His brows lifted.

“Yeah, trust me it’s important.” I blew smoke into the air.

“I’ll grab drinks. Be right back,” I stated.

He nodded and moved closer to Faith. Ryah hopped up and threaded our fingers. “What were you guys talking about?”

I peered at her. She wore red stilettos and a tiny, black long-sleeved dress. Half her hair was slicked down, and her golden-brown curls dangled over her shoulder. She looked classy. Too classy for this shitty party.

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