Page 93 of Heartless Mafia Prince 2: Rocco & Ryah

“Ryah, hang on, baby.”

Several nurses burst through the door. “Step back, sir.”

“Ryah, honey,” Melanie shrilled, as she ran toward the hospital bed, screaming. “Sweetheart, hold on.”

Standing against the wall, gripping my hair, I watched everything unfold.

I must’ve blinked because I didn’t have time to react.

Strong hands tugged my t-shirt. “Motherfucker, what have you done?”

Staring wide eyed at Luciano, I slammed my palms into his chest, trying to push him off of me. He didn’t budge. “Get the fuck off of me.”

Luciano yanked me close. “You’ll pay for this,” he warned.

“Get him out of here.”

His bodyguards grabbed my arms, pulling me toward the door.

“Ryah, I love you. Don’t ever forget that. I love you, baby,” I yelled.

They dragged me into the hallway. I wriggled in an effort to break free.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, Rocco,” Duran said.

“Fuck you,” I growled.

“This isn’t the time to be a tough guy.”

“Duran, Ugo fucking release me.” I saw Genn running toward me just as they wheeled Ryah into the hall.

Something heavy hit my head. Lights out.

***P***

Shaking my head from side to side, I opened my eyes, and took in my surroundings from the floor. My ass was numb. Where was I? And how long had I been here? Faint light shined from across the room.

Bleach crept up my nostrils as I wiggled my arms. Slowly, I turned my head to the left. Shooting pain struck my back.

“Ah,” I muttered.

This wasn’t a good position to be in with my back issues. That I down played around my woman. Wiggling my wrist against the cold metal was useless. I slid my tongue over my teeth, the taste of copper exploded in my mouth. Every sore muscle woke up at the same time.

“Fuck,” I barked out.

I peeked down at my blood-stained shirt. The crazy motherfucker locked me in his dungeon. At least he hadn’t beaten me too badly.

My head thudded the cement wall. “Ryah,” I mumbled.

The muscle in my chest quickened. I didn’t know if she was alive. The bastard was probably watching me. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of grieving for her. Drowning in our memories inside my dreams was all I could do. It was my way of being with her.

Ryah’s rose scented shampoo swept up my nose. Gripping her face, I held her firm against the wall as my big dick stroked deep inside of her. “This is mine, baby.”

A smile curled her lips. “Only yours, Rocco.”

Footsteps sounded above, dragging me back from my memories. I couldn’t let him break me. That was what he wanted to do. Make me weak. Not a fucking chance.

My eyes popped opened as he and his goons descended the stairs.

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