Page 36 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Tomorrow. Your mom said I can sleep down the hall.”

The sound of bare feet padded the floor behind us.

“Rocco, you’ll find everything you need on the bathroom counter.”

I peeked over my shoulder and smiled.

“Oh, and we have a lot of leftovers. I’ll leave them on the kitchen counter.”

“Thank you, Ms. Soloman.”

“You’re welcome.”

I turned my attention back to Ryah. “No sneaking into the bathroom,” I whispered.

“But I want to make sure you’re cleaned thoroughly.” She flashed a devilish grin.

“Another time, Ryah.” Gripping her curls, I bit her earlobe. “We’ll watch a movie after I get out of the shower. Later tonight, I’ll enjoy making you cum.”

She patted my chest. “Rocco, look at me.”

I pulled back and my brows lowered. Ryah bit her lip again.

“What’s wrong?” My hands tightened on her ass.

“I’m not on the pill because I can’t fill the prescription in my name right now.”

“Text me the brand you need. I’ll have our emergency doctor fill the prescription under the radar.”

Ryah released a sigh of relief. “Good. But in the meantime, you need to wrap it up.”

Back to wearing condoms. Great.

“No problem, Ryah.” I lowered her to her feet.

She scampered back to the bed in her cute forest green tank and matching bed shorts. My cock was ready to fuck her all night. I always carried four condoms in my wallet. But after the Emily situation, I remembered only seeing two. There was no need to replenish, because I could fuck my woman condom free.

Didn’t matter, I was here with my beautiful girlfriend whom I hadn’t seen in person in two weeks. I tried not to freak her out by staring.

“Rocco, are you ok?” Her brows rustled together.

“Yeah, I’m just drinking you in.”

“Babe, you can stare at me later. Go take a shower and wash the smell of the stinky streets down the drain.”

“I’ll be back.” I turned on my heels, tugging at my backpack straps, and hustled down the hallway.

This wasn’t a dream; I was here with her. The day would come when I could take my time with her again and kiss every inch of her body.

The second I walked into the bathroom, I slammed the door shut and shed my clothes. My palms slapped the black shower tiles as the hot water pounded my skin.

“God, I miss the simple things. Like taking a shower,” I muttered aloud.

I remembered the war being constant. You could barely shut your eyes. Our enemy sent several men to annihilate our camp. All four families fought to keep their gambling houses and brothels from burning to the ground. We pulled together and killed almost every man that was sent to take us down.

The lavender scented soap crept up my nose, bringing me back from my thoughts. I lathered my skin, then scrubbed every inch of my body until I was golden red. It felt good to have a quick break from the war.

Squeezing the back of my legs, I winced. A guy snuck up behind me yesterday. He swung a thick piece of plywood, hitting me in the back. I jumped out of the way, but he still managed to slap me across the back of my thighs. I screeched like a bitch before I turned, kneed him in the balls, then wrapped my hands around his neck until the lights dimmed in his eyes.

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