Page 51 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

RYAH

ROCCO GRIPPED MY HANDas we walked through the doors of Prestige Academy.

It never got old the way students stared at Rocco. Like he was a God. He never looked impressed or phased. I glanced at Rocco’s side profile much like I did on the drive here or any other time. His inky black curls fell right below his ears. I loved how his kissable lips drew me in from this angle. And the way those long lashes swept over his blue eyes...oh like right now.

“Are you all right, baby?”

They were as bright as the sky this morning. Shit, my core tightened. Did I have time to drag him into the janitor’s closet so he could fill me with his big dick?

“Huh?”

He pointed and scowled past me. “Hey, don’t fucking stare at my woman’s body,” Rocco growled.

The three guys standing along the lockers threw their hands in the air like they were surrendering.

“Sorry, Rocco. No disrespect.”

I tugged his hand. “You can’t control everyone who stares at me.”

“You want to bet,” he bit out.

My man was serious. His possessive arm hooked around my neck as he kissed my temple.

Rocco was the man who put his all into keeping me safe. Even when our plane was falling from the sky.

He wasn’t surprised when I told him about my nightmares. It turned out we both had them. The nights Rocco and I slept together, our dreams woke us and we soothed each other back to sleep. Would the nightmares ever stop? Hopefully, over time they’d diminish.

I smiled at our friends crowding around my locker. “Good morning.”

“We’re finally seniors,” Faith shouted.

Our crew cheered and clapped.

The starched white dress shirts and navy uniforms hugged the guys’ muscled frames.

The girls and I planned to wear our red and navy short pleated skirts with navy blazers. We knew we’d receive an infraction if we didn’t wear the gray and navy plaid skirts. Standing out amongst the senior class on the first day of class was important. Detention was worth it. The guys wore red ties instead of navy so they’d join us in detention after school.

“Tomorrow we’ll still eat lunch and breakfast together, right?” Yareli’s eyes bulged.

This was the same group who almost turned their backs on me when they found out my real name. I couldn’t believe we were still friends.

That mental note would never cease to exist.

Yareli continued to ramble. “Just because we’re seniors doesn’t mean that has to change.”

Genevieve rubbed her shoulder. “You’re right. It doesn’t. We’ll sit at our usual table tomorrow morning.” Her eyes fell on me and Faith.

“Isn’t that right girls?”

I stood in front of my locker, spinning the combination lock.

“Yeah, of course,” we stated, one after the other.

My brows rustled together. “Rocco, what are you doing?”

“Putting my backpack away?”

I turned my head to the side. Our friends carried on conversations behind us.

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