Novel & Cerita Don't You Dare Ce Ricci

“...by men wearing Ricci colors.” Every head turned toward Ricci. He looked unfazed and spread his hands calmly. “Not my people.” “Bullshit!” Greco slammed his palm against the table. “Language,” Jose said lazily, playing with his fingers. I didn’t move nor speak. I just watched them. Greco noticed and calmed down a little. Then Ricci raised his hand. “May I?” “Continue,” I said. He leaned forward slightly before speaking. “I didn’t touch his shipments. That much I can guarantee,” he said. “However, if someone did… don't you think Greco should consider why?” He asked.

“Someone who hides this long then acts normal? That’s trouble.” I crossed my arms, feeling the weight of what that meant. “Ricci’s got visitors. And they’re not here for vacation. They’re here to see who’s making noise in their garden.” His gaze snapped to mine. “We don’t wait,” I said. “If we move now, he’ll think we’re still busy shaking hands with politicians.” Dante smirked, that rare, ruthless curve of his lips. “Then let’s ruin his evening.” We didn’t bother changing. The silk and tailored black stayed, his tie loosened, my heels strapped tight. A Lucchese couple heading for murder in couture.

Ricci barked, his voice breaking around the edges. Max didn’t move. His hands stayed open, his steps slow. “You want me, Ricci. Not her.” Ricci’s heart hammered. He wanted to slash, to prove he wasn’t some boy with shaking hands. He wanted them to finally look at him with fear, not pity. His lips peeled back, his breath hot and ragged. “You think I’m scared? You think I can’t finish this?” No one answered. That silence was too much. He snapped.

The serene sight helped ground me, a temporary balm for the anger that never really left me. There was a brief pause, and I could practically see the grin spreading across his face. "Da. You could say that." Interest piqued, I leaned forward, fingers drumming on the sleek surface of the table. "And that would be?" "Oh, I managed to get our slippery friend to see reason." Roman's voice oozed with pride. "You remember Giovanni 'The Viper' Ricci, don't you?" I chuckled as an image of the ostentatious gang leader sprang to mind. Ricci, known for his love of venomous snakes and treacherous alliances, hadn't earned his nickname lightly.

I stood up and buttoned my black suit jacket, watching the defeated look on his face as he motioned the other henchmen out the door. "Who does Ricci think he is to make demands of me?" I inquired as we walked out of the meeting office and toward the elevators. I was too aggravated to get any work done today, no I felt like hurting someone or fucking someone, either would do at this point. "Giovanni Ricci's time is up and he knows it, his allies have deserted him. He is trying to goat you into being his ally, you are the most powerful Don since your father passed. If he can show force with you, then all other leaders will fall in line, and leave him alone for fear of your backlash, and with y

If only he'd learn how to treat her right. "Ghost hasn't touched me after the day he returned. It's been fucking weeks! But now, he's eager to have that bitch? Does that sound fair?" To that, Don Carianno and Sergio had no answers. All eyes fell on Ghost, who was irritated to his nerves. "Are you gonna get your daughter out of here, or should I do it?" Ghost asked, giving Riccardo Dante a pointed, deadly look. "I don't wanna get involved," Riccardo Dante shrugged, regardless of how pained he looked.

She swallowed. “…would want to hurt my son?” “We don’t know that.” Inspector Collins answered gently. “And that’s exactly why we’re here.” He turned toward Lila. “Miss…” “Voss.” “Lila Voss.” “You were Mr. Reyes’ girlfriend?” “Yes… I am” “Had Noah mentioned anyone threatening him recently?” She answered without hesitation. “No.” “Any disagreements?” “No.” “Any arguments that seemed unusual?” She thought for a moment. “He got into little arguments with teammates sometimes.”

“I’m fine.” A lie. A big one. Her throat tightened with it. “Good.” He clasped his hands. “Because this is serious. The cops intercepted some chatter. They believe it was a territorial attack involving one of the major mafia families.” Her heartbeat picked up. She didn’t blink. He lowered his voice. “And they believe Dante Moretti was involved.” Her chest tightened. She swallowed. “Why do you think it’s him” “You know why,” Mr. Royce replied. “He has been on everyone’s radar for years. Sooner or later, he was going to slip. It seems last night might have been the moment.”

He cleared an aura so imposing that even the police, who were proud earlier, straightened up, nervous as children caught in fault. - “Che Cazzo è Questa Merda?!” He yelled dry and sharp. (What is this shit?!) One of the stammered agents trying to keep a capacity. - “Signore Ricci… Uhhhhh… We have recovered it as you asked…” - “So what?!” he scolded. "Do you lock him like a criminal? You don't have a desk? A host lounge? Do you treat the guests of Santino Ricci as waste?!"

Rick looked up and said "Next?" The lead thug was astonished. He stood looking at all the men on the ground and could not wrap his head around what just happened. How could a skinny little man like Rick do so much damage with just one kick? He yelled at the remaining men to attack at once! They all looked at their comrades in arms laying in misery on the ground and got back into one of the cars and sped off! They were not foolish enough to go against this man call Green. The lead thug looked over at Rick and said "Do you know what you have done here tonight? You have offended several of the underworld bosses. It will not end well for you in the future."