Page 84 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“I love your cooking, Princess.”

A big smile lifted her cheeks. “I know you do. You practically inhale every meal. Perks of having a chef for a mother.”

We laughed.

I pushed open the door. Ryah gasped as she strolled inside. “Oh, wow! The view of the field is sick.”

Agosto and Art chuckled as they walked into the skybox, ready to perform their sweep.

“I can’t thank you enough for this wonderful trip.”

She gravitated to the food. “There’s so much. We’ll have to take a container to Genn.”

I nodded.

“Good evening, I’m Ted, your server.” He stated, placing a bucket of chilled bottles of beer on the counter. His spiky brown hair caught my attention.

“Hello, Ted. Everything looks great,” I stated.

“Is there anything I can get for you?” Ted peeked between me and Ryah.

“We’re all set for now. We’re ready to eat and enjoy the game,” Ryah grinned, piling chicken teriyaki onto her plate.

I dumped pulled pork onto a hamburger bun. The sweet tangy barbeque sauce wafted up my nose.

Ted smiled, clasping his hands behind his back. “Enjoy the game.”

“Thanks,” we stated in unison.

“Art and Agosto, help yourselves.”

“Once you both are settled, we’ll eat, Rocco.”

“Seahawks vs. the Patriots. This will be a good game,” Art stated, staring at the field.

I snatched a bottle of beer out of the bucket. “We can talk stats in a minute, guys. I have to cater to my woman.”

They shook their heads as they stepped over to the buffet.

Ryah sat in the stadium styled black seat enjoying her meal.

“Would you like something stronger than a ginger ale?”

She shook her head. “Not right now.”

The players took to the field as I sat beside her.

“There’s something about a football game. The comradery is electric.” She scanned the packed stadium. “Nothing like watching football live. It makes you giddy. That’s how I am every time I watch you play. I can’t wait for your game Saturday afternoon.”

“I feel alive on the field. Especially, when I have the ball tucked into my side and I’m shaking off players to get to the end zone.”

“Did you know our fathers will be at my game?”

“Yes, I hope he behaves like the dad I love. Not the evil one who loathes you because you deflowered his little girl.”

“Your Dad, nice to me?” I laughed before chugging the beer.

“He still looks at me like I’ll break you into a million pieces.”

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