Novel & Cerita Danny Ric

“State your terms.” Ricci laughs a rich one that grates at my fucking nerves. “What makes you think I’m willing to negotiate?” he answers menacingly. “I have Dante fucking D’Angelo and his bitch wife. Ain’t no way I’m letting either of you go. Your first mistake was walking in here.”

“You answer when the boss is talking, roadkill.” “Fucking shit, man! She’s just another bitch to sell.” Domenico froze. I couldn’t see his face, but the men backing up from around him told me it wasn’t a happy expression. “Who wants to become a made man?” Domenico asked. His tone was calm, cool, and deep. He held everyone’s attention, and many of the men dropped down to one knee in front of him. My brow scrunched as the memory of my father doing that to someone flashed in my mind.

I don't know, " Danny answered in a dull tone, while he used his fore and middle finger to massage the side of his head. His head was throbbing from having to deal with all the bad memories of his childhood he had buried deep in the recess of his mind. " Em, Mr. Whitefield, we are gonna need a....... " Danny didn't let her finish and cut the call. The call was making him exhausted. He threw himself back on the couch allowing the phone to drop helplessly to the couch. He picked up the smartphone to take a look at his next target. Anything to avoid thinking about his mum. The young woman's name was Karen Smith, twenty-eight. She was model tall, with long wavy honey brown hair, grey eyes, and t

He said as he tried to control his breath. Hearing that, I put aside my bat that has been dyed red with his blood. I took a chair and sit in front of him, waiting for him to speak. "M-My real n-name is D-Danny. I-I'm not Chi-Chinese, I'm British. I-I came he-here to s-seek job un-until she found me." He pauses to catch his breath once again, blood drips down from his chin to his pants. I nod and ask him who 'she' is. But he stopped, his body slightly trembles as I ask him once again who she is. It seems she is someone who he fears more than respect.

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

“You’re difficult to understand. And I never did meet a woman who stood out the way you did.” I looked down, fingers tracing the rim of my glass. “And what about you?” “What about me?” “What did you want, Nolan? Before the weight of a crown and a pack?” He hesitated. I could see it, the flicker of something behind his eyes, the ghost of a younger man he used to be. “I never really had the luxury of wanting,” he said. “From the moment I shifted, everything was duty. The Alpha’s seat was mine before I could even decide what kind of man I wanted to be.”

He tapped the pipe lightly against the toe of his boot. “I’ll ask you again,” Juan said. “Your name?” The man let out a breath and muttered, “Daniel. People call me Danny.” Juan nodded. “Alright, Danny. Let’s talk.” Danny gave a weak smile. “Let me guess. You want to know who sent us.” Juan crouched again, elbows resting on his knees. His voice stayed calm. “No. I want to know why. You don’t plan an attack like that, moving in groups, using silencers, cutting off comms just to steal some random drugs. You were trained. You knew what you were doing.”

“Danny, are you going to stand and watch as someone pushes Junior? Are you still a man?” Big-bodied Danny sported an elite look. He frowned and pulled a blank face at Kaze and Winnie before uttering arrogantly, “Before I flip out, your child better apologize to my son and compensate one million prys for medical bills.”

"Well, you have a point. Danny Emerson. Search the name you will see everything about him. I don't need to stress my mouth telling you." I searched the name as Annie said and was shocked if not amazed at the biography I was met with. From the history of Danny Emerson to his life struggles and family. I read about Ryan and his brothers too. "So you mean to tell me that, Ryan's father is one of the top ten richest men in the world."