Novel & Cerita Don't You Dare Ce Ricci

"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

Nathan followed her inside, and the heavy frosted glass doors glided shut with a soft, final click, locking us out. "This is insane!" Titi spat, turning on her heel as soon as we were back inside the private elevator bank. She slammed her designer purse against the handrail, her face red with frustration. "She’s a nobody! A line cook from Brooklyn! Nathan is doing this purely to humiliate us, Joel! He brings in some random girl from nowhere to drag our department's name through the dirt in front of the entire board!" "Shut up, Titi," I snapped, staring blankly at the metal elevator doors as the floor display dropped.

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you’re shy. We’re all adults here. Nothing is too explicit for us. Didn’t we all just watch Luca wave his… gigantic gift around in front of us? You’re lucky I’m asking you to do all this with your clothes still on.” The room laughs at her jab as they egg her on. I glance at Ricardo, praying he’ll intervene, that he’ll cut this ridiculous dare short. He sits stiffly with his shoulders squared and his jaw clamped so tight I can see the muscle twitch. He’s silent, and that silence is louder than any outburst. He’s holding it all in, but for how long? I open my mouth, but before I can speak, Ricardo finally does. His voice is low and strained, like each word is dragged

"And if she doesn't?" Rafael's smile became chilly. "Then we improvise." Riccardo set down his phone. "I don't trust them," he said flatly. "Alliances are dangerous. Especially when they're with families like the D'Angelos. They're snakes." "So are we," I noted. "Difference is," Riccardo leaned forward, eyes gloomy, "we know we are." I said nothing, my mind already elsewhere. The ball. Fiorella.

“No. Hell, no. We wanted to test the water. They can't touch her — not with Russetti and Hayden men on every side.” “If they touch a single strand of her hair, there won't be negotiation. Understand? I warned you.” “She’s safe, Il Don. I—” I cut him off and hung up. Promises meant nothing. People like the Riccis did not forget. “Take me to the club,” I ordered Rico. The club smelled the way it always did — stale perfume, spilled drinks, the faint metallic tang of money. But tonight the air felt electric, like the instant before a storm.

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.

In front of his son. The sound of his knees hitting concrete made Marco go completely numb. "Donna Isabella, Miss Seraphina..." Vito Ricci pressed his forehead to the dirty floor, his voice choked with fear and pleading. "This abomination... do with him as you please. The Ricci family... will have no complaints."

I walked briskly towards the interrogation room with anticipation running through my veins. Leonardo Ricci was a bastard who got away with almost everything and almost turned this city into his personal empire. A man whose crimes spanned across nations, a name that sent fear into the hearts of the most dangerous criminals. The bastard I had spent five years trying to pin down but he just walked in and surrendered? Bullshit!

"The Ricci family has been officially indicted by the FBI on charges including money laundering, smuggling, and illegal possession of weapons." "Sofia got immunity as a witness, but she's been deported." "Seventeen core members of the Ricci family, including Dante, were arrested. The rest are scattered." I listened to the news, feeling nothing. Two months later. "Donna," Marco pushed the door open, his face alight with excitement. "That port—" "The one Don Ricci wanted to buy, Brooklyn's Pier 15 deep-water harbor—" "The owner is willing to sell?" I put down my files.