Don't You Dare Ce Ricci Novels & Stories

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.

Marco replied before turning and leaving the room. Silence followed, but my mind was anything but quiet. I could not afford to let him disappear. Raffaele Ricci was not just a threat. He was a ticking bomb. In the underworld, he was known as Dante Caruso, a name that carried fear wherever it was spoken. After a while, I decided to lie back down, if only to rest my body, but my thoughts refused to settle. That was when I noticed Alessia. She peeked her head into the room, the rest of her body still hidden outside, like she was unsure whether she truly had permission to enter.

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

“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."

"I was going to try it on. That's all, Dad. You said one day it would be mine and⁠—" "That day hasn't yet come and won't come until my body is cold in a grave," Ricci says, and snatches whatever Cielo has away. He tosses his son onto the bed, and I realize what it was Cielo was looking at. That stupid ring. The Ricci head with its sharp, pointy ears and red ruby eyes. Ricci wears it on his little finger, looking like a fucking pimp if you ask me. But I know how he is about that thing. Even I know not to fucking touch it. How could Cielo think he should try it on? He deserves what he has coming just for being an idiot, I tell myself, but I don't believe that. No one deserves what I know Sulli

Thank God for Luca. Dante regains his composure slowly. “I’ll let this pass, Ricci, but if you disrespect my woman again, it doesn’t matter what deal you cut; I don't care which power you decide to hide under, I will hunt you down and kill you.” “I’m so scared.” The mocking tone in Ricci’s voice is potent but I can sense that he is afraid. Dante returns to my side. Looking at him closer, I can see beads of sweat that started to form on his forehead. He must have fought hard to keep that down.

he explained. "You mean," Cathan was even more curious. What could make Jenna be picked on? Casper didn't allow him to finish speaking and said, "Yes, find him first. I have enough reason to believe that he works with Riccardo." "What?" Cathan always knew that Casper was smart but from how he was able to decode this within a day of work was even more scary. Riccardo was the Don of the Italian Mafia. He had sent in applications for ammunition which the old man had refused to supply because of his shady dealings. He hadn't done anything to warrant suspicion but Casper had made him out all the same.