Adriana Rizzo Age Novels & Stories

Amber Rizzo Amber is the younger child of the Rizzo couple, and she is the younger sister of Matteo Rizzo, the leader of the Italian mafia in New York. Amber is spoiled and irreverent, changing her hair colour every chance she gets. She is always getting herself into trouble to get her brother’s and his best friend attention. Amber has had a crush on Leo since they were kids, and she made her sole purpose in life to seduce him and make him hers.

Before I can answer, Luca jumps in. “She cooks like a dream. Plays piano beautifully. Sings like an angel. Sweet, polite, kind — honestly, Ma, she’s incredible.” Zia Maria clasps her hands. “Oh Adriano, she sounds like such a good girl.” Luca grins wider. “Oh, don’t be fooled,” he says. “Adriano only discovered all those qualities after deciding she was absolutely beautiful and sexy.” I throw my napkin at his face before he can finish. “Finish that sentence and I’ll bury you,” I mutter.

I pushed off the table, “Is there something you wanna confess, Luca? Something I should know? You got a thing for birthday girls locked in cells beneath our feet? You make a habit of bringing chocolate to the enemy’s little sister, or is this some brand-new kink I missed?” He took a step forward, “Don’t fucking go there, Adriano.” “Oh, I’m already there.” Vincenzo still hadn’t said a word, he just watched us both. “You do realize,” I went on, “she’s eighteen. Barely. That number don’t magically turn her into a woman. You get that, right? Or did you forget how this world works? She’s not some girl you found in a club, Luca. She’s Remo fucking Lombardi’s blood.”

Siena obeyed, clutching Lucia close. Adriano sat across from them, his gaze locked on the child now nestled in her mother’s lap. Lucia tilted her head. “Hi.” His brows lifted. Siena’s breath caught. “This is Lucia.” Adriano’s jaw clenched. “How old is she?” “Four.” Silence. Lucia, unfazed, twisted in her mother’s arms and reached toward the table. “Do you have any juice?” Adriano rose without a word and disappeared into the kitchen. Siena wanted to scream at the absurdity of it. The Devil in his lair, pouring juice for a four-year-old.

Chandeliers spilled light over a sea of politicians, businessmen, and people whose smiles were as sharp as their knives. And then there she was. Cassandra Rossi. She moved through the crowd like a blade sliding through silk; flawless in a black gown that glittered under the lights, dark hair swept into an elegant knot. Her eyes found Adrian instantly, and her smile bloomed like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment. “Adrian Valerio,” she purred, taking his hand before he could offer it. “Finally.” “Cassandra,” Adrian said evenly, masking the faint chill that ran down his spine.

Adrian rested his free hand on her leg and stroked it gently, liking the feel of her satin smooth skin. “I agree, so tell me something about yourself that I don’t know already” he said quietly, wondering what she would say. He wanted to know more about her past but didn’t want to ask her directly. “Well since I know how curious you have been to know my age, I’ll tell you that, I am twenty-three years old” Aria said with a smile, making his dark sexy eyes widen slightly. Adrian rubbed his chin a little and looked at her, thinking fuck she was young. He was almost an adult when she was born.

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

she quirked a brow at them. " Yeah we know but you wouldn't, which is why is surprising to hear that you haven't fucked anyone for how long again? " Reilly looked curiously at her. Adriana rolled her eyes at her before answering. " Two weeks. " " Damn you must like him a lot if you are willing to abstain from sex for him. " Adriana didn't need to ask who they were talking about. Is not because of him, she offered a fribble weak protest that didn't fly a muscle with her friends.

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching the lawyer squirm under my gaze. Richie Rossi was an aging defense attorney, his graying hair and tired eyes making it clear he’d seen enough cases to know when he was sitting in a dangerous conversation. And right now? He knew exactly what this was. I specifically handpicked him to defend Alfredo as I made sure other good lawyers didn’t take his case yet he’s trying to squirm out of my grip even in the prison!

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.