Jamie Rizzo Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Plus, we get to suss them all out." Slinging an arm over my shoulder, the shameless girl turns me around to look at the rest of the group. She points to someone at the front of the throng, talking animatedly, right in front of the camera. Her dress is skin tight, and a metallic gold, that has my jaw dropping instantly. Not only does she have curves any of us would be jealous of, she manages to keep her sleek brown hair immaculate, and her makeup flawless. "Phoenix Diamond. Desire Pack. Extremely wealthy, with high ranked parents," Zariah whispers.

There was a small wide door that Liam knocked on, and it was opened by a man the size of the Hulk. "Hey man, have you seen Jax?" Liam stuck his hand out and they did a stupid man-hug with the guy before he let us in. "Yeah, he went to his office, why?" He looked over at me and smiled when he looked me up and down. "We have a new fighter." He said with a smile. "Well, in that case," He moved around Liam and came to stand by me. "Hey, I'm Jamie." I laughed when he kissed my hand.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

So helpless, just like the young Rio. @cycy

Catherine muttered as she ate her pasta ignoring her laughing friends. "I would love to see the hunk who ignored her." Avery mused as she ate her salad. She and her love for dieting. Joseph's ears perked up as he rounded his eyes around the cafeteria until they finally landed on the man of their conversation. "There to my right two tables away. The lone guy. That is Rasmus Colt." Joseph mused as Avery's jaw dropped and she gaped at Rasmus. Not only her, but Quinn also stared at Rasmus.

Then came the new one. Rico. He was slim, tan-skinned and eyes like unlit matches. A mouth that knew how to bite back, and a silence that wasn’t submission, but calculated defiance. He came in the middle of a storm, soaked to the bone, shoes torn, looking like a kid who’d fought the devil and came to rest at Boss’s Spot just to breathe. The Boss had stared at him for a full minute before speaking. > “You know how to wash a car?” > “Yeah.”

She asks looking back and forth between the two of us concerned. “I’ll tell you what's going on! Marcellus Giodano is the fucking…” A loud voice echoed into the kitchen. “Jamie, I need your help,” Josh came limping in giving Ryan a strange look. “Alley, go with Jamie to the drug store. We don’t have any more bandages.” “Why do we both need to go?” I say. “Because I need to talk to Ryan about something. Alone. Just some guy stuff,” he says as if I am dumb enough to believe that. Instead of arguing I choose to ignore it, maybe Ryan can talk some sense into him.

Standing we wait and I hear the cars and bikes, I wave Rizzo out, watching as he steps out of the car and walks towards us followed by the other guys. “You can have Rizzo, but I want the others.” I turn and see Hawk. “One of those fuckers torched my bike!” Shit, turning I look back to Rizzo and his men. What fucking fools. Grayson nods. “That’s fine, but they die Hawk.” He looks at him and he nods. I laugh seeing them. “I see you had the pleasure of playing with Raven.” Rizzo’s shoulder is bleeding, and his guys look a little beaten. I’m fucking proud, but it does little to sedate the anger that radiates through me.