Page 89 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

It was a tactic we used at the warehouse.

Agosto shot his chin up. “No problem, Rocco.”

“Genn, I need you outside watching our backs.”

“On it.” His monstrous frame stalked toward the door.

Ryah stepped in front of me, glaring at the piece of shit.

“We want your buddy’s name. If you don’t give it to me. I’ll start chopping off fingers.”

I chuckled as I stepped away to climb into my protective gear.

She crouched before him and sliced the blade through one of the zip ties. “This is just a taste of what I have planned for you if you don’t talk.”

Ryah yanked his meaty, pale hand toward her. “You thought it was cool to beat in the faces of one of our girls,” she roared.

“Agosto, we need a little music.”

He scrolled through his phone. “I made this especially for Ryah,” he mumbled under his breath.

I turned as I tied the leather apron around my waist. “What?” I growled.

“Boss, it’s not like that. I made one for you, too. You both are craftsmen in our underworld.”

“Yeah, we are,” I snickered, admiring my woman’s skills.

“It’s never ok to put your grimy hands on a woman.”

She rocked the sharp blade through his bone. He released a blood gurgling scream.

I placed my gloved hand over his mouth. “There’s one rule to abide by when you pay for an escort. Don’t hit them. A whack on the ass while fucking is different. But punching a woman in the face or anywhere on her body because it makes you feel like a big man, that’s not the way to go.” Releasing his mouth, I plunged my fist into his nose.

He yelped. “Please stop.”

“You’re a poor excuse for a man,” Ryah snarled.

“Take this shit like a man.” Ryah shook her head, laughing. “That’s right, you’re not a man. You’re a fucking coward.”

She held his middle finger up, blood dripping all over his jeans.

“This is a big fuck you for the woman you smacked around. Now tell us where your partner is and I’ll give you a quick death. If you don’t.”

She grinned at me, then turned her attention back to him. “I’ll take my time cutting off each finger. I’m sure we have a dull knife over there somewhere.”

We laughed.

One hand gone, and an hour later we walked out of the room.

Hidden in the darkness, we lifted our helmet shields. “Are you hungry?”

“Yes, I’m starving. After dinner, I expect my dessert to be laid out on our bed.” She licked her plump lips.

“You sure you don’t want dessert first?”

Ryah caressed my cheek. “Nope, I’m saving the best for last.”

I couldn’t wait to get her home. “We can leave the bikes. Agosto can take them back to the warehouse. We can have Smitty drop us off.”

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