Don't You Dare Ce Ricci の小説・ストーリー

"No way. The almighty Dante. I didn't know he had a son" "He just got back from his vacation to Vegas. That's the news. But we all know what went down was something different. He's here to complete his studies. He does modeling on the side because he's ridiculously good-looking... You follow" she asked, trying to drive her point across. It still doesn't explain her nastiness towards me but I'll wave it away since she won't be competing. "Well I'm not going to back out from a dare, my dear friend. I'll win that money, after that, I dump his ass and if Arielle still wants him, then she can have him". Arianna burst out laughing, almost choking on the Cheetos.

Leandra asks. "Oh, Miss, I am so sorry. I did not see you and when you stumbled I grabbed the nearest thing," Rico says. Dante looks at Rico and frowns. " This fine, Rico, what brings you to this side of town?" Dante asks. "Fine! He almost pulled all the hair from my head!" Leandra complains, loudly. "The Donna wanted coffee from this coffee shop. I am really sorry miss," Rico says again. "It is fine. She is tough. Say hello to the godfather and his Donna for me," Dante says showing Leandra not to say anything more with his eyes. Rico is working for the godfather Don Romani after all.

“Riccardo, you do realize he just started a war.” Again, he was quiet for a moment as the gravity of the situation sank in. “You calling me to ask what side I’m on? I’ll tell you. I wouldn’t side against the Mano Della Morte, capire? The rest of us in Jersey know better than to fuck with you and your guys. Don’t think I’m not embarrassed about my son’s behavior. He’s making a fool of this family, and if he wasn’t my only son, I’d have him hanging from my fucking chandelier right now, but he’s young. He’s stupid. He’s trying to play with the big dogs. You know”—he paused and made a sucking sound like he was taking a drag from a cigar—“no one really wants an all-out war, right? You could just

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.

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?