Mick Riva Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

His voice was stern, cutting through the air with an accusing tone. Confusion clouded my mind. "Who are you talking about?" I asked, hoping to clarify the situation, but he seemed to ignore my question. "You might be in the wrong room, sir," I said calmly, trying to maintain composure despite the tension in the air. "Harvey Knight, Aria is my daughter. I am Rocco Marino," he declared, his words hitting me like a thunderbolt. Rocco Marino—the notorious mafia boss and one of the wealthiest CEOs in the business world. His nickname, "The Rock," resonated with fear and respect in the underworld.

Brooke clicks around the screen with her mouse to connect the video chat, and moments later, I see Rico’s face on the screen set against the backdrop of the Denver hive. It’s so nice to see a familiar face that I get really excited, giving a little wave and calling out “hi, Rico!” His face splits into a wide grin. Rico has always liked me- he took me under his wing when I started dabbling in IT and the two of us get along well. Plus it’s fairly obvious that he’s harbored a little crush on me for a while. “Hey Astrid, nice to see you,” Rico replies smoothly. “We miss you here already.”

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

"Ria, I have some good news!" Maria was studying recipes. Upon hearing Luna's words, she put down the tablet and looked curiously, "Luna, what's the good news?" "Hehe..." Luna had a sneaky smile, "Have you ever heard of Rivas?" Rivas? Maria blinked her eyes and nodded subconsciously, "Of course! He is a famous international pianist, the North Star of the piano world, with a high reputation in the international piano circles. Why?" "Hahaha..." Luna already had a big smile on her face as she gestured dramatically to Maria.

The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section. Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him. Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away. "Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the brave type.

I sipped my mimosa, licked my lips, and accepted my fate. I would be spending the day thinking about Rick. “So,” I said, nestling into my favorite corner of the sofa. “How is he doing, anyway?” “He’s good,” Laina said. “Mason was on the phone the other night with him. He told me Rick won a pretty big race. And a new car.” “Oh?” I asked. “What kind of car?” Charlie chimed in. Laina looked back and forth between us. “A Saleen S7 twin turbo.”

40… 60... 80... 100. No, these were not the first, few attempts of a child or reminiscent adult at recapping all the multiples of 20; they were the sporadically rising miles per hour readings of the grey 1967 Maserati Ghibli, being driven by Giovanni Colpani, which was speeding down the road on a highway at a far end of the city, the part of town that 'belonged to' and was run by the Italian crime organization known as the Uomini Marrone.

“Piper.” “Don’t speak my name, Liam. Does this dirty Omega know that you have a fiancee?” Her words made my eyes widen in shock.

and the quick footsteps already chasing after me. The cold night air hit my eyes and I blinked hard, swallowing it down. I wasn’t going to cry. I wasn’t going to show weakness. I spotted the driver waiting at the curb right away, lined up behind other black cars... and one in particular, red, caught my attention. A Ferrari, to be exact. Who the hell drove something that extravagant at this hour? “Mrs. Greco,” the driver greeted, opening the door for me. I got in after giving him a nod, but before he could close it, Dante stopped him and leaned in.