Page 9 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Back to Philly, yes. I couldn’t wait to return home. Even if danger lurked around the corner.

Lying in the gray recliner at Rocco’s side, I slipped a throw over me and stared at him for the thousandth time.

“Good night, Rocco.” The meds the doctor gave me earlier were just kicking in. The aches in my bones eased a little. I yawned and my eyes fluttered closed.

***P***

“You saw her fucking panties,” he roared.

Why was Rocco yelling about my panties in my dream?

I shifted in the chair, pulling the blanket over my head.

“Rocco, I asked the gift shop lady to choose her underwear. I never saw them,” Agosto sighed.

“Ryah, Ryah.”

“No, one saw my panties, Rocco. Now let’s go.”

“Ryah, Ryah, wake up,” Rocco barked.

I shoved the throw into my lap as my eyes popped open.

“Shit, you’re awake.” I jumped to my feet.

My brows lowered. “Wait, were you two talking about my underwear?” I pointed between them.

“Your boyfriend thinks I saw your underwear.” Agosto waved off Rocco.

I guess Art asked Agosto to grab clothes for me while he bought food.

“How are you feeling, Ryah?”

Agosto wore a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. First time I’d ever seen him not wearing a suit.

“I’m feeling all right.”

“Agosto, nice outfit.” I grinned.

Rocco snickered.

He stretched out his long, muscular arms. “Hey, this is all they had in the giftshop. I’m going to the mall to grab decent clothes for us to wear home.”

“This time, don’t purchase Ryah’s underwear,” he warned, pulling me onto the bed.

“Agosto, ignore Rocco. Thanks for the new clothes. I’d like a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.”

The shirt and shorts he purchased last night were too big, so I told him my exact sizes. Agosto stored the information in his new phone.

“When will Rocco and I get new phones?”

“Your fathers have them.”

I nodded.

“All right, I’ll be back soon.”

“Bye,” I grinned.

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