Page 61 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

Taking in my surroundings, I smiled again.

“We have a house. An entire house at eighteen.”

He sat the glass on the dining table before me along with a set of keys.

“That’s right, Ryah. No one can take this home away from us.”

The second he sank into the wooden chair at my side, I rested my head on his shoulder. “They sure as fuck can’t.”

My head shot up. “We should probably have our parents over for dinner.”

“Having Melanie and my parents over should go over smooth, but your dad...he might lose his shit.”

“Too bad, Rocco. He has to live with our decision.”

“Ok, Ryah.” He scooped a forkful of jasmine rice into his mouth.

I bit into the curry chicken. The spices danced on my tongue. “I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Did you persuade me to cheer because you wanted me on the road with you?”

He sipped the ginger ale side, eying me. “Ryah, you’ve always cheered the loudest for me even when we weren’t a couple.”

Shielding my mouth with my hand, I laughed. “Seriously? I didn’t realize I was that loud.”

“That’s right, Rocco, show them who’s boss,” he mocked, grinning from ear-to-ear.

“I always gave them hell on the field because of you, Ryah.”

“Well, now I understand. That’s a good reason.”

“At the college games, I love it when you shake that one pom-pom in the air and you wink and smile at me from the sidelines. That shit is a fucking turn on.”

“Oh, baby. I love cheering for you. You know I could’ve done the same thing from the bleachers.”

“Nope. I love seeing those pretty legs and that little skirt.” He pressed his lips against mine.

“Yeah?”

“Shit, yeah. Ryah, if you haven’t realized by now, where I go you go.”

Looping my arms around his neck, I deepened our kiss. To Rocco, I was the center of his universe, and he wanted everyone to know.

I stabbed several string beans on my plate, then slipped them into my mouth. “I love the long walks we take a few times a week around campus. All the crazy locker room stories you share with me are priceless.”

“Those stories are in abundance. There isn’t a day that goes by someone doesn’t do something crazy. Bo, one of our wide receivers, was lifting weights on the other side of the weight room. He made weird noises each time he brought the barbell to his chest. The entire time, he was staring at his reflection in the mirror. That guy is so full of himself,” he chuckled.

“To take the theatrics further, he dropped the weights to the floor, growling like he was the ultimate body builder. The barbell landed on Jake's foot who was lying on the bench next to him, lifting weights. He yelled and cried.”

My eyes widened. “Oh, no.”

He nodded. “I felt bad for the guy. For a second, I thought about slamming my fist into Bo’s face. Like dude, be fucking responsible. Jake has a fractured foot and can’t play for several weeks because of that idiot.”

“Are the fraternities still asking you to pledge?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want any part of that. I don’t want them in my business.”

“Good point.”

“What about you? Interested in any sororities?”

“Nope, I can do without that drama. Cheering, classes, and torturing people who betray our families is enough for me.”

“Very true, Princess.”

“Thank you for the romantic dinner. The black and red candles are a nice touch.”

“You’re welcome, Ryah. Hey, I want to show you the panic room.”

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