Novel & Cerita Don't You Dare Ce Ricci

“You’re not going to hurt me, you will anger the Don.” He dipped his hands into his pocket and pulled out his gloves, “Try me…” Ricci stilled, there was something about how he said those words. The dead look in his eyes, his voice was soft yet the words left a pit in his stomach. Celio tugged at his hand, his brown eyes wide with fear. Orlando was the living visible threat hanging over his head, he had not only heard the tales he had borne witness to them. He picked his poison. “It was the Don…” Ricci’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“That’s my girl.” Inside, the noise pressed soft and poisonous. Men in suits turned as one; wives and widows measured with their eyes; sons wore pride like borrowed jackets. Music floated thin from a quartet hidden behind palms. Waiters moved like chess pieces. The scent was money, perfume, and fear that someone tried to drown in cologne. “Elena Rossi,” someone announced—too loud, too sweet. “The southern queen.” A man with ice-blue eyes and a fox’s smile stepped forward, palms open as if he’d never held a knife. Don Ricci, old blood and older grudges. “Signorina. We didn’t expect you.”

Cassandra POV: Ricky didn't go to work today. I didn't know why. But he had been inside the bedroom sitting at his office desk since morning. He only came out of the bedroom to eat and went back inside as soon as he was done. This evening, I overheard him having a phone call with someone. He looked really irritated and it took me a few minutes before I realized that he was actually on the phone with Leonardo De Luca. They didn't seem like they were about to make peace with each other. I just eavesdropped on the conversation more and got information that Ricky gave Leo a week to return Cristian Rossi, or else Ricky would kill him.

“What a way to kick off a war.” Connor joined them moments later, cautiously navigating the rubble as he scanned the scene with narrowed eyes. His voice was low and contemplative. “This goes beyond just territory. Ricci isn’t merely trying to take control. He’s severing your strength before you can retaliate.” Taking a slow breath, Adrian was already plotting his next moves. He had anticipated some form of retaliation—Dante’s death had left a void that many sought to exploit—but Ricci’s approach was brazen, even reckless. Unlike Dante, who had played the long game, Ricci’s actions were loud. His actions screamed audacity and overconfidence.

“Now’s not the time.” “Now is exactly the time,” he snapped. “I’ve got cops calling me…cops, Vicenzo. On my payroll. Saying you’ve started a war with the Riccis? What the fuck are you doing?” I stepped in front of him, my voice low but edged. “Dante Ricci came after me. He sent men to take me out, and they damn near succeeded.” “That doesn’t mean you go to war without my say-so,” he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls. “You don’t get to make those decisions alone!”

Oh god, where did those ideas come from? Her eyes widen in shock like she can’t believe that I can talk dirty. Well, dirty is my middle name and not Leigh. “He can throw me like trash once he’s done with me, but I bet my McLaren that he will never come back to you, so don’t dream too high, dear because once he’s done, he never fucks the same woman again.” “What’s your name again?” she asks as she manages to get back her composure. “Camila King,” I answer proudly.

Ricci reached us first. His smile was polite enough, but his eyes swept over me with open appraisal, lingering on my dress, my posture, my face, as though he were assessing an investment. "Dante," he said smoothly. "And the lovely Elena. I didn't realize the Board banquet had become the place for personal displays." "Elena isn't a display," Dante replied evenly. "Watch how you speak about her." For the briefest moment, Ricci's smile tightened. Then he inclined his head. "My mistake."

I was here. And I would not leave without her. "Giulianna," I said. My voice didn’t need to rise. It didn’t need to shout. It split the air anyway, every syllable slow and loaded, a warning and a vow. Her father stepped in front of her like a damn wall of stone. Dressed in a suit that cost more than some men made in a year, with a face polished from decades of cruelty. “You’re making a mistake, Ricci.” he snapped. “This is a private event.”

I really should! 'Yes. I must hate you, Patricio! How could you do that to Carly?! You are savage and just what I thought earlier while you were exchanging punches with those cops, you are so delinquent! You are nothing but a handsome face! You are the devil reincarnated as a human! You should go back to hell for all I care! I will make sure you will taste my vengeance! I will.' **** TRACE Rita was fully naked before me, and I called Logan to start touching her tits. My manhood, which had been hard for a while, was being licked alternately by the two women who had just been fucked alternately by Logan minutes ago.

“Um, can I go ahead and confirm the leak about the Riccis? Or are we still arguing?” Ricardo nodded at him. “Proceed, but small things. I suspect you would not want the Riccis to recover from this. By the time the gala ends, they’ll be a joke in their own circles.” Linda leaned toward Darren, her voice low and conspiratorial. “How incriminating are we talking? Like, were they caught with a few mismatching audits, or full-on international crime ring operations in the company?” Darren smirked. “Incriminating enough that I don’t think Matteo will even HAVE a company in a few days. They won’t be able to bribe their way out of a parking ticket, let alone this.”