Jamie Rizzo Novels & Stories

I would have cringed at the sight of them. I sat at my vanity, combing my hair as I placed it in a tight ponytail. I was wearing light makeup, with dark blue and purple colored leggings, a matching sports bra, and a matching jacket. "Ready to go fill that tummy, baby?" Ricky asks, placing his hands on my shoulders as he stood behind me.

An hour later, we sat on the patio outside eating pasta and salad. We all just looked at each other until I finally decided to break the silence. The new members seemed comfortable enough and the reality set in that our pack had grown from six to eleven in mere minutes. “Why don’t you guys tell us more about yourself,” I said as we finished our food. “I have the ability to predict my opponent’s next move before it happens,” Liam said and pulled Zara closer to him.

Mom giggled like a teenager, covering her mouth, proudly flashing her newly painted fake nails. My teeth ground together as I shifted my glare to Ricochet. He was still sitting pretty, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped along the backrest of the sofa, looking offensively gorgeous in a simple white polo and brown trousers. Like he didn’t just walk back into my life and flip it upside down.

There was a beat of silence. Then Mr Riccio glanced down at the watch on his wrist. "I want you to cover the entire street in five minutes" he said Jade stared at him in disbelief. "What? Five minutes? That's insane" Mr Riccio gave him a stern look. "Now" "This is absurd" Jade muttered before taking off down the street. Moments later. Mendez joined him. "I know your dad can be...umh tough..you know, but he's still your dad. He's worked too hard building that career with you"

The low hum of voices and faint music drifting from somewhere deeper in the house made it feel lived-in already. “Hey, I’m Rihon, I play bass guitar and do back-up vocals.” He was a head shorter than Axl, with unruly light brown hair and brown eyes. He looked like a guitarist—tattoos on his arms and a stud through his eyebrow. “I’m the resident drummer, Jack, and dare I say the hot one of the band.” His grin had her smiling; his confidence wasn’t overbearing, and he wasn’t lying. He was good-looking, not like Axl, but then again, nobody came close to his looks, his personality, and everything that just made him who he was. Jack was leaner than the other guys. She couldn’t see any visible tat

Then I noticed the way he was looking at me. His gaze lingered too long on the outline of what my top barely concealed. “I ordered pizza,” I said, my voice softer than I meant it to be. “Want to come in for a drink while we wait?” This is wrong. So wrong. The voice in my head screamed. Please say yes. No.say no. “Yeah… sure,” he said. Surprisingly. “Hi, Zara. You look fantastic this morning,” Jamie said as he stepped in beside me. He worked in Marketing. I knew exactly what his daily compliments meant Jamie was nothing if not predictable.

“Because that’s the only kind worth playing. I didn’t come here to play easy, and I sure as fucking hell will not allow him, or anyone, to try and fucking scarce me from my goal.” And in the silence that followed, I could almost see it, the look on Liam’s face when he realized his perfect world was cracking. This time, it wouldn’t be through rogues or whispers. This time, it would be with his own kind, his precious businessmen. And I was going to enjoy every second of it.

I had nothing to fear, the connection between me and Alpha Kai was thicker than his connection with anyone. My hands were already on the door, about to push them in "We couldn't find him, my lady!" Rizzo's voice made its way into my ears. I turned around and saw him bowing in front of Lorenzo. "Of course. You won't find him, he has accomplices." Lorenzo paused and moved closer to Rizzo. She sniffed the air around him for a while. "And what's your name?" she asked. "My name is Rizzo. I'm always at your service, my lady!" He bowed lower like he was avoiding eye contact.

“Let’s head to dinner.” Rizzo glances at the basketball on the floor as if wondering whether to abandon his workout for food. “You going to come, Bianchi?” I ask. “Sure.” He grabs his rucksack off the floor and shoulders it. “Lead the way.” I feel satisfied that it was so easy to get Rizzo Bianchi onto my side, as I need guys like him on my team. After all, there are always assholes trying to claim the crown from me. Boys who think they’re men, challenging me and my place at the top. Rizzo is the first kid who I wouldn’t have bet against actually succeeding, so best to have him on my side.

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!