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Someone @'d me on the hotel's internal guest service system. "Hey, penthouse guy. You're alone. What do you need a whole infinity pool for? My wife's hosting a livestream event. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you three grand a month. It's a sweet deal. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. This was a joke. I was Don Alessandro Ricci. The ruler of Chicago's entire underworld. I checked into my family's flagship hotel under the radar to keep a low profile—needed some peace to close a critical overseas deal and take a few days off. That pool was the penthouse's exclusive amenity. The crown jewel of this hotel. And now someone thought they could take it for three grand? I shot back two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the hotel manager and two security guards at my suite door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing hotel public resources." And now, for the sake of "guest harmony," they were demanding my keycard. Fine. You want to bring it on yourself? I'll play.
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Don't Mess With the Don Chapter 10
"Breaking news. A massive earthquake has struck Chicago's business scene.Pamela Crawford, founder of the 'Pamela Beauty Empire,' was taken into custody by the FBI this morning, facing charges of massive tax evasion, commercial fraud, and market manipulation.""According to insiders, the evidence of her crimes is ironclad. Prosecutors say this operation will tear out the brand's gray-market industry by the roots, and they are seeking the maximum sentence. All her assets have been frozen."I sat on my velvet sofa and hit mute on the remote.On the giant flat-screen TV, Pamela's hands were cuffed tightly behind her back. Two massive FBI agents roughly shoved her into an armored police vehicle. Her face was swollen like a purple pumpkin. That arrogant swagger was totally gone. That smug expression as she held up her phone, livestreaming and calling me a "poser" and "wannabe"—all that remained in her eyes was a deeply satisfying, absolute despair.It had been three days.The storm sparked
Don't Mess With the Don Chapter 9
With the hotel manager dealt with, my gaze fell back onto Pamela and Carl.Seeing this, Pamela quickly crawled over and started bowing like her head was on a spring."Mr. Ricci! Please give me a chance to make this right!"She smacked her forehead on the floor so hard it bled. Her voice trembled violently."I'll give you everything I own! I have connections at the Chamber of Commerce! I can be a mole for the Ricci Family!""I have proof of other businesses evading taxes, competitors' scandals—I can give you all of it! I was blind to call you a suite-renter! Just give me one chance!"I looked at this pathetic, begging dog with total disgust."Do you really think the Ricci Family needs a backstabber like you? A two-bit hype-beast who built her empire on stealing formulas?"Pamela went dead pale. She knew damn well that to the Mob, a traitor is far worse than an enemy.I spoke slowly, every word carrying the weight of a death sentence."First. The documents you destroyed involved a twenty
Don't Mess With the Don Chapter 8
The screams had drawn attention.Heavy footsteps echoed as the hotel manager, Marcus Morrison, rushed out of the stairwell, panting, a walkie-talkie in hand."What's going on? Someone said the penthouse..."He stopped mid-sentence. He took in the scene and froze solid.A dozen men in black, locked and loaded.A floor covered in blood and shattered glass.A half-dead Carl.Pamela, licking blood off the floor like a feral dog.And the terrifying Romano.Marcus's legs turned to jelly. He collapsed onto the floor, a dark wet stain instantly spreading across his crotch.Then, the elevator doors opened again.A silver-haired man in a flawless suit rushed out, sweating profusely. He completely ignored Pamela's silent pleas and walked straight up to me, giving a deep bow."Mr. Ricci. I'm Aaron Morgan, the Consigliere of the Ricci Family. I also own this hotel. The second I heard what was happening, I rushed over."Aaron looked up, sweat beading on his forehead. "This is a failure of my managem
Don't Mess With the Don Chapter 7
The hallway was dead silent. The only sound was Pamela's high-pitched panting and her smug little chuckles.I leaned back in my lounge chair, coldly watching this pathetic circus. My gaze swept over Romano.Just one look.The blood in Romano's veins practically turned to ice. He didn't dare waste another second talking. He swung his massive arm back and put every ounce of his strength into it.Smack!Pamela, in her Chanel suit, slammed hard against the wall, leaving two streaks of blood on the wallpaper. Her phone shattered. The livestream cut to black."Ahhh!" She let out a bloodcurdling scream like a slaughtered pig. Clutching her face, she looked up in total shock and disbelief."Mr... Romano? You... you hit the wrong person, didn't you? The one who messed up my livestream is over there!"Before she could even process what happened, Romano was on her like a rabid beast. He raised his custom leather shoe and stomped ruthlessly on her face, grinding it into the floor."If you want to
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