80's Ralph Macchio Novels & Stories

'Keep going with that and you can say goodbye to your meeting with Ezio. I grinned. 'You know what's strange?' 'You're gonna tell me.' He brushed the foam off my breasts and rubbed my nipples while at it. 'Mmph… Marco… he's not on the list….' Ralph kissed my nape and sniffed hard. 'You smell fucking good…..' 'Ralph, it's fishy….' He chuckled and kissed along my shoulder. 'I wouldn't call it so unless you're a mermaid.' 'No, I mean.' I turned around to face him. 'I need to look into Marco's spendings. He's in advertising, his spendings would make the list right?'

“What fish do we have to fry Carlos?” “The one and only, notorious Mafia Don in Orthus. Don Russo.” Master Carlos said with a hint of glitter in his eyes. Kara sighed because she knew that planning the perfect plan will be hell and might take weeks because they will be going up against an entire Mafia, “Since were done I’ll be off.” Kara said and left Carlos in the room with his words and thoughts.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Third Person POV As the last preparations were made to ensure Ricky's birthday was a success, Alpha Hunter drove like a maniac toward his old buddy's pack to congratulate him on his birthday. He fixed his tie and took a glance at his rearview mirror to check his hair. Every strand of his jet-black hair was slick back perfectly. The deep scar over his left eye reminded him of the mess he and Akarick got into as kids, making him nod, chuckling as he remembered the little time they had to act mischievous.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

Mum's eyes welled up with tears, and she quickly averted her gaze, swallowing her emotions. "Taddeo was our most loyal Capo," I recounted, "He'd been a soldier under Domenico Costello's reign in the Cosa Nostra, he was there when Luciano Costello's rose to become the head of the family, and was honored with the title of Capo himself by Nikolai. After all those years, he finally retired, hoping to enjoy some peace in his old age. But at eighty-seven, frail and defenseless, they shot him. One bullet to the neck, and it was over."

Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.