Page 90 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Rocco, I know dropping the bikes off at the warehouse is an extra step, but I like riding my bike.”

Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, I pulled her into a dark corner. We removed our helmets, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. “Hey, no problem.” Leaning down, I slipped my tongue past her lips.

She moaned into our kiss. Ryah pushed me back a bit. “I know what you’re doing. And it’s working. We have a bedroom at the warehouse. Maybe we should stay there until morning.”

“Works for me, baby. We’ll stop at Pat’s on the way.”

She pecked my lips. “Yum.”

Ryah slipped on her helmet, then spun on her heels, leaving me with a massive hard on.

“Shit,” I muttered, as I slipped on my helmet.

“Let’s go,” she laughed.

I motioned to Genn, letting him know we were ready to leave.

It was nine thirty. Staying at the warehouse overnight was a great idea. We’d wake up refreshed before returning to Princeton.

We sailed through the light traffic. We’d arrive at Pat’s in ten minutes. I peeked over my shoulder. Even though Genn was somewhere behind us, I could never be extra careful. Protecting Ryah with my life was the promise I made to Luciano.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. I slowed as the light turned yellow. Ryah did a double take, glancing to her right. She hit the throttle and proceeded through the light.

“Ryah!” I yelled.

A work truck crashed into her. The sound of metal on metal rang in my ears. Ryah flew off the bike, then her body landed a few feet away with a loud thump.

I dropped my bike. My boots pounded the pavement and my heart slammed against my rib cage so hard I hoped it would break free. Because if I lost her, I wouldn’t be any good on this earth anymore.

“Baby, baby!” I was careful not to move her.

She didn’t move.

“Call an ambulance,” I shouted.

I pushed up the shield of her helmet. Blood trickled from her mouth.

“Open your eyes, baby.” I clutched her lifeless hand. “Ryah, can you hear me? Please don’t leave me.”

A heavy hand clasped my shoulder. “Rocco, help is on the way. Let me look at her.” Genn kneeled beside me.

He placed two fingers against her neck. “She has a faint pulse.

Anger coursed through my veins. I jumped up and stalked toward the driver.

“Is she going to be all right?” he asked, horror etched in his pale face.

“She came out of nowhere.”

I grabbed him up by his jacket and slammed his body against the truck door. “Motherfucker, you’re telling me you didn’t see her, huh?” My fist plunged into his face again and again.

“Rocco, beating his ass won’t change the situation.” Genn pulled me off of him.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

“Pull yourself together. Ride with her to the hospital.”

“Yeah, yeah.” My knees felt weak. But Genn was right. I had to keep it together. I needed to be there for my woman.

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