Novel & Cerita Don't You Dare Ce Ricci

“That bastard Dante caused the blast that stole your memories. He kept you hidden away from me for years. But don’t worry I will help you remember everything, I swear.” I looked away toward the black water rushing past the window. Riccardo’s last words on the phone still echoed cold in my ears. He would hunt us without mercy. He always did. “He will come for us. You don’t understand how dangerous he is. He has eyes everywhere. He will kill anyone who stands in his way.”

Beau chuckled, thought, 'This is crazy… I mean truly, truly crazy…He doesn't even know her and he thinks he knows her opinions and thoughts… He met her one day and he thinks he knows everything about her… This is just crazy,' and Beau said, "I'm not going to continue to work with you, if you are going to continue with this ongoing disrespect of Marigold. You think I need you Mr.Aston but I don't… If anything you need me and this event to make yourself look good. You talk about image but what will the public think if I dropped you from this event? What do you think the public would say especially after what happened with Jessica. You think it was hard to clear your image last time, think abo

Infrared targeting dots covered his body densely. The Ricci family Soldati had arrived. "Matteo! Lower your weapon! The Don has ordered everyone brought back for questioning!" He desperately wanted to pull the trigger and drag this woman to hell with him, but that would be too easy for her! Death was far too simple. He wanted her ruined and disgraced, suffering endless torment at Gianna's grave in a fate worse than death! "Fine." Matteo slowly lowered the gun. "Then let the Don take a good look at what kind of trash the family's Principessa really is!"

"What are you doing Alantino? He's the son of one of our underbosses." Mr Russo reminded him but his expressions remained same. Deadly. "He dared to touch Valerie." He said in a voice that would make anyone tremble out of fear and many of the people gathered around dance floor were already frightened. No-one would want to get their name associated with what that guy had been doing with me. And I could see many of them had already made a distance from me. "That doesn't mean you'll beat him to death."

Nobody was above the stock market, not even banks. On top of discovering the whereabouts of Ricardo’s purge survivors, Dawn needed to establish a firm foothold in this city. He only had the status of a rich tourist with this luxury penthouse apartment estate. Celebrities might flock to him, but their influence meant nothing against Ricardo. Dawn was only one man without an army. He couldn’t possibly take down Ricardo and his pit of vipers alone. More importantly, he didn’t want a war as that would implicate Aqua.

said Dario with a laugh. “You can always join me, bro.” “I’m just joking, Carlos. So why did you call me? Is everything alright?” asked Dario with dread. “Actually, I needed a favor from you, bro. My cousin Matteo Antonio Ricci disappeared suddenly five years ago. He is still under Don’s custody for no fault of his. Have you seen him? Can you give me any information about him?” There was silence on the other end and Carlos waited with bated breath for his reply.

It was about Damian. I couldn't answer before the door behind her swung open and another man entered. Antonio Ricci. I recognized him immediately. I had seen his face in Damian's office once—a ruthless, imposing man. A man who did not make bargains unless there was something significant in it for him. And now, he was looking at me like I was nothing but a bargaining chip. "She's smaller than I expected," Ricci said, his voice thick with an Italian accent. "Not much of a threat."

“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.

"But sabotaging an election through something like this — that's a different level entirely from petty campaign rhetoric." "Is it possible he acted alone?" Zara asked, remembering the chilling postscript at the bottom of the fake email. "The message said to tell Derek and Tanner hello. Like he knew them. Like he was part of whatever they were doing from the beginning." Dean Alvarez's expression tightened further. "That's the part that concerns me most. If Jordan Pierce has some actual connection to Voss or Tanner, this isn't simply campus politics anymore — it's potentially an extension of the same harassment campaign, using different methods and motives."

"The Ricci family name is not just a enterprise, Marco. It is a dam. For thirty years, my authority has held back the vultures. The Moretti syndicate in Milan. The De Luca clan in Naples. The Russian import brokers in Livorno. They stay outside our borders because they know I will destroy them without hesitation." She tilted her head slightly, studying me like an insect under a microscope. "If you stand on that witness chair... if you speak a single word in court that puts me in a federal prison cell, the dam breaks," she stated calmly. "The moment the word goes out that Donna Carmela is wearing state iron, every rival organization in Northern Italy will move on Tuscany within forty-eight ho