All Chapters of The Ricci Heir: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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Chapter 70 Ciara/Matteo

CiaraThe airport felt wrong. Too bright. Too loud. Too normal for the kind of fear twisting inside my chest.We moved as a unit, Luca leading, GreenLee close behind him, Kat glued to her phone, and Da walking slowly but stubbornly, refusing help even though he still looked pale from the poisoning.I didn’t argue. I needed him close.We boarded the plane, the engines humming beneath us as I slid into a window seat. Da lowered himself beside me, careful, steady, the way he always was when he knew I was barely holding it together.Kat’s phone rang the moment she buckled in.She gasped. “It’s Nick.”Wolf. Her husband. Her anchor.She answered so fast her voice shook. “Nick? Nick baby, please tell me something.”The entire cabin went silent.We all listened to her side of the conversation, every breath tight.“Okay… okay. You’re safe? Good. And the boys?”A pause.“Matteo’s in surgery? Still? Do they know anything yet?”Another pause.“Alright. Just... just call me the second you hear an

Chapter 71 Luca/GreenLee

LucaThe plane was too quiet.Not silent, the engines hummed, Kat whispered into her phone, Ciara breathed unevenly beside Declan but quiet in the way that meant everyone was holding themselves together by threads.I sat across from Ciara, watching her stare out the window with her father’s hand wrapped tightly in hers. She was trying to be brave. Trying not to fall apart.And I had to be strong for her. For all of them, my family. But inside… Inside I was drowning.My son, my firstborn was in surgery in a foreign country, bleeding out on a table while strangers tried to save him.And I wasn’t there.I wasn’t with him.I wasn’t holding his hand or telling him to fight or threatening to drag him back from the afterlife if he dared leave me.I was on a plane, helpless.A Don without power.A father without answers.GreenLee touched my arm gently. “Luca.”I didn’t look at her. If I did, I would break.Kat ended her call with Nick and wiped her eyes. “They’re safe,” she said softly. “At t

Chapter 72 Salvatore

The common room felt too small.Too quiet.Too damn still for the kind of storm tearing through my chest.Matteo had been in surgery for hours.Cormac was patched up and sitting on one of the couches, shoulder wrapped, eyes half‑closed but awake.Cedric was down the hall, sedated, resting after they stopped the bleeding.But Matteo…Matteo was still behind those doors.And every minute that passed felt like someone tightening a vise around my ribs.I paced the length of the room again, hands in my hair, blood still dried under my nails. I hadn’t washed it off. Couldn’t. Not until I knew he was out of danger.Wolf walked in quietly, dropping into the chair beside Cormac with a long exhale. He looked like hell dust on his boots, blood on his shirt, exhaustion in every line of his face.He watched me pace for a moment before speaking.“Sit down, Sal.”I didn’t.Couldn’t.He sighed. “Alright. Then listen.”I stopped, jaw tight. “What.”“I talked to Kat.”That made me freeze.Wolf rubbed a

Chapter 73 Salvatore

The doctor’s eyes were tired.Blood on his gloves.Sweat on his brow.That look surgeons get when they’ve been fighting death for hours and aren’t sure who won.My stomach dropped.“Tell me,” I said.He exhaled slowly. “Your brother coded twice on the table.”My vision tunneled.Wolf swore under his breath.Cormac sat up straighter, wide awake now.“But,” the doctor continued, “he made it through the surgery.”My knees nearly buckled.“He’s stable for the moment,” the doctor added quickly, “but he lost a tremendous amount of blood. His body is exhausted. I can’t tell you when he’ll wake up.”I nodded once, jaw clenched so tight it hurt. “But he’s alive.”“Yes,” the doctor said. “He’s alive.”I dragged a hand over my face, trying to breathe past the pressure in my chest. Wolf let out a shaky breath beside me, and Cormac muttered something that sounded like a prayer.The doctor cleared his throat. “Now… about transport.”Wolf jumped in first. “When can we move him to Jasper?”The doctor

Chapter 74 Ciara

The wheels hit the runway in Kansas City, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. We were here. We were finally here.But Matteo wasn’t. He was still in Texas. Still unconscious. Still fighting. I pressed my forehead to the cold airplane window as the plane slowed, my breath fogging the glass. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, no matter how tightly I curled them into fists.Da squeezed my knee gently. “We’re almost there, Ciara.”Almost wasn’t enough.Kat leaned forward from the seat behind us, her hand brushing my shoulder. “Tore texted. Zio Sal is already waiting at the gate. Hovak too.”I nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay.”Luca stood as soon as the seatbelt light went off, his face carved from stone. GreenLee touched his arm, grounding him, but even she looked pale. We walked off the plane together, a small, silent army. The moment we stepped into the terminal, I saw them.Zio Sal tall, broad, silver hair, eyes sharp and worried.And beside him, Hovak, Wolf’s VP with three LOV brot

Chapter 75 Salvatore/Matteo

The recovery room was too bright. Too quiet. Too full of machines keeping my brother alive. Matteo lay there, pale and still, chest rising only because the oxygen was helping him do it. Tubes. IV lines. Monitors. All the things he hated. All the things keeping him here. I stood at the foot of the bed, hands on my hips, trying to breathe past the pressure in my chest. Twelve hours.That was all the time we had before we moved him, whether the doctor liked it or not. Wolf came in behind me, voice low. “Grim’s nurse and tech are prepping the equipment. We’ll be ready to load him as soon as the plane’s fueled.”“Good,” I said. “We’re not staying here a second longer than we have to.”My phone buzzed. Papà. I stepped into the hallway before answering.“Salvatore,” he said, voice steady but tired. “We’re at the compound. The medical wing is ready. Matteo and Declan’s rooms are set up too.”I exhaled slowly. “Good. We’ll be in the air as soon as the doctor signs off.”“He will,” Luca said. “

Chapter 76 Ciara

The compound buzzed with movement, voices, and the low rumble of bikes outside, but all I could hear was the echo of Wolf’s call in my head. They were at the airport. Matteo was on the plane. He was coming home. I stood in the medical wing doorway, staring at the empty bed waiting for him. The sheets were crisp. The monitors were ready. The IV stand gleamed under the lights. It felt wrong for the room to be so still when my heart was anything but.Luca was on the phone with Hovak, confirming the route to Joplin. “We’ll be there in twenty,” he said. “Make sure Stitch has the med‑van ready.”Da pushed off the wall, straightening with a wince. “I’m going with you.”Luca turned, brows lifting. “Declan—”“My sons are with them,” Declan said, voice tight. “Cormac and Cedric are hurt. Matteo’s fighting for his life. I’m not sitting here doing nothing.”I stepped toward him, placing a hand on his arm. “You just flew across the world. You’re exhausted.”“I’m fine,” he insisted, though his legs

Chapter 77 Sean

The ranch was too quiet. Not peaceful quiet, the wrong kind. The kind that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The kind that reminded me I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not with them. Not like this. But here I was. Sitting in the living room of a former lieutenant of Hector’s, staring at the cracked leather couch and the dust floating in the sunlight, trying to pretend I hadn’t just blown my entire life apart. Cormac should’ve understood. Cedric should’ve backed me. Aiden should’ve listened. Liam should've been the one they blamed. But they didn’t.They chose them Matteo, the Italians, the MC over me. Or at least that’s what I’d been telling myself. Now… I wasn’t so sure. Footsteps echoed behind me. Hector’s heavy boots. Isolde’s lighter ones. They moved like they owned the place like they owned me. I clenched my jaw. I wasn’t owned. I wasn’t. But the doubt crept in anyway.What if they were right? What if my family really didn’t trust me? What if they never had?I rubbed my

Chapter 78 Isolde

Sean walked out the back door without a word. I watched him go, watched the way his shoulders curled inward, watched the guilt eat at him like acid. He was unraveling. Doubting. Thinking. Dangerous things. The door clicked shut behind him, and I let the mask slip. Hector didn’t even look up from the table where he was cleaning his gun. “He’s cracking.”“He’s human,” I said, shrugging. “They all crack eventually.”Hector snorted. “He’s weak. Soft. Emotional.”“He’s useful,” I corrected.“For now,” Hector said. “But we don’t actually need him. Just his money.”I smiled faintly. “I know.”Hector finally looked at me, eyes sharp. “You need to get access to his accounts. All of them. Once your name is on them, we can get rid of him.” I didn’t flinch. I didn’t need to. I’d known this was the plan from the beginning.“I’ll handle it,” I said.“You’d better,” Hector muttered. “He’s starting to think. And thinking men are dangerous.”I smoothed my hair back, checking my reflection in the dusty

Chapter 79 Juan/Salvatore

JuanRafe didn’t knock. He never knocked when the news was bad. He pushed into my office, jaw tight, blood drying on his cut, eyes hard. “It’s done,” he said. “The raid on your father’s compound is over.”I set my pen down slowly. “And?”“Hector’s gone.”Of course he was.“And the girl?” I asked. “Isolde.”Rafe nodded. “Gone with him.”I exhaled through my nose. Hector and his women. Always trading one for another. First Siobhan, then her daughter. He never cared who he hurt or what mess he left behind.“And the O’Connell boy?” I asked.Rafe hesitated which he never did.“Sean O’Connell is with them too.”That made me sit back. Sean O’Connell. The youngest. The quiet one. The one who always looked like he didn’t belong in a room full of killers.“What the hell is he doing with my father?” I asked.Rafe’s mouth tightened. “He’s the one who shot Matteo.”My blood went cold. “And Cormac. And Cedric.” For a moment, the room tilted. Not from shock from fury. Cold, controlled fury. “Tell me

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