Don't You Dare Ce Ricci Novels & Stories

Wonder what kind of skit Ricci is up to this time. “Chelsea,” Ricci called. I shut the door then turned around to respond but came face to face with a gun to my forehead… Ricci cocked the gun. A slight chuckle came out my lips, “I fucking dare you, Ricci Rutherford.”

Cassie said, looking where Blake had stormed off, then back at Damian. “I kept him too close.” Damian said, passing a hand through his hair. “Does he know what you do?” Asked Cassie, taking a step closer to Damian. “Do you?” Asked Damian, turning to face Cassie. With an eyebrow raised. Cassie remembered all those newspaper headlines she read when she was a pre-teen. Ricci’s untouchables, Ricci strikes again? Italy under the mafia thumb and Suspected wanted criminal from the mafia walks peacefully in English territory.

“You never change.” I smirked. “Would you still want me if I did?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out and straightened my jacket, fingers lingering for a second too long. “Don’t die.” I grabbed her wrist, my grip firm but not harsh. “I never do.” Then, I turned and walked away. *** The docks were quiet. Too quiet. Ricci thought he was untouchable, hiding behind his security, his cameras, his men with fancy imported rifles. But he had never faced me before.

The man I didn’t know I was working for. Salvatore Ricci.

“Um, can I go ahead and confirm the leak about the Riccis? Or are we still arguing?” Ricardo nodded at him. “Proceed, but small things. I suspect you would not want the Riccis to recover from this. By the time the gala ends, they’ll be a joke in their own circles.” Linda leaned toward Darren, her voice low and conspiratorial. “How incriminating are we talking? Like, were they caught with a few mismatching audits, or full-on international crime ring operations in the company?” Darren smirked. “Incriminating enough that I don’t think Matteo will even HAVE a company in a few days. They won’t be able to bribe their way out of a parking ticket, let alone this.”

In some kind of fucked up show. “Welcome, Marcell Ricci, hope the chain isn’t too hot for you?” He teased and his men laughed. He slapped one across the face, and they all went mute. “ Don't you dare make a mockery of my guest, don’t you recognize him? He’s Don Marcello Ricci, the owner of the House of hell, the inferno lord. He shouldn’t be laughed at!”

"Boss, there is an emergency." Anthony's voice brought them back to reality and Madonna was the first to move away. She floated to her end and looked away thereby backing them. "What's the emergency?" Dante felt a pint of sadness and a load of anger at what just happened. "Ricci is moving towards the market revenue." Dante let out a low growl and looked at the daughter of his rival. He dare not admit to himself what was about to happen. "Ready the flight, we are going home now."

Adrik’s Pov Sergei slid the folder across the table like it was just another dossier. But we both knew it wasn’t. I didn’t reach for it. Not yet. “What do you have for me?” “We confirmed it,” he said, his tone was quick and to the point. “Matteo Ricci. A camorra soldier. Former foot soldier. He’s been climbing the ranks for years. He kept his nose clean on paper, but he’s one of theirs.”

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

I could see that Diego had so many tattoos on the exposed part of his body which I didn't notice during the dinner because he was wearing a tuxedo. “There is no way I'm not going to have anything to do with him,“ I mumbled hoping no one heard. “Ricardo D’Arezzo how dare you have the nerve to kidnap my fiancèe,“ Diego yelled. “Oh shut up, I haven't even had a real conversation with you yet,“ I wanted to say to Diego and roll my eyes but decided against doing so. Wait, did I just hear Diego call the man I saved Ricardo D’Arezzo? Like the Ricardo that was rumored to be the Mafia King?