Page 45 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

I heard the back door open again.

“Rocco,” Agosto called out.

I pivoted.

“We found three of her men lurking around the area.” He tossed the three suited men at my feet.

My lips tipped up at one end. “More fun for us.”

“Agosto, you and Smitty round up the garbage. We’re taking this party to an undisclosed location.”

Bosco motioned for Batch to enter.

“Yes, boss.”

“Torch it,” Bosco ordered.

“On it.”

Still holding my guns, I stepped between my friends and loosely placed my hands on their shoulders. “Almost over, guys.”

“I’m ready for the main event,” Gian snickered.

Bosco smiled. “We all are.”

“Yup, time to send these savages to hell,” I stated.

***P***

An hour later, we arrived at my warehouse. I always felt at home there. Agosto snapped a photo of the future bosses. This was one for the history books. Standing in the middle of the warehouse, I smiled when I pondered on all that was about to happen. Torture. An act I’d grown to crave.

Delicate arms wrapped around my waist. “I miss the beard and the wig,” she laughed.

I pulled her around to face me. “Real funny, baby. Feels good to be myself again. No more hiding. And I get to see my beautiful woman whenever I want.” Gripping her chin, I took her lips. The tips of my gloved fingers melted down the sides of her curves.

“Those pants look good on your ass.” I smirked, peering down at her.

“Is that all?” she toyed.

“The stilettos are stellar, too. I want to see those up in the air later tonight.” I wiggled my brows.

She flattened her hands, smoothing my lapels. “We’ll see.”

Ryah turned her attention to our guests. “Time for some fun.”

I rubbed my hands together. “Yes, it is.”

After putting on our protective gear, I glanced at my friends. This was a monumental moment. Our first war and hopefully our last.

“Bosco, think fast.” I tossed the sword housed in its scabbard into his hand.

A huge smile filled his face. “Nice!”

He removed the sword from the scabbard, adjusting to the weight of it.

“Rocco, what’s the saying?” Gian rubbed his imaginary beard.

“Off with her head.”

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