Mick Riva Novels & Stories

I said again. Alaric tilted his head, his eyes locked on me like a predator snaring prey. "Are you jealous, Ravina?" My heart pounded in my chest. "No." He took another inch forward. I took a step back. A twist of his lips. "I think you are." I held firm, tilting my chin up in refusal to be beaten. "You're wrong." His golden eyes appeared to obscure. "Am I?". I could sense the heat of his body, his presence choking but addictive at the same time.

I drank three or four glasses trying to relax and let go of what was happening. And that's when I saw him. when I realized that the animal stood up with her. It could only be a mistake, my eyes were deceiving me. it was not possible that such a disgrace could have happened right before my eyes, like a plane crashing in the middle of the woods, like a very ugly car accident! Damn, my heart raced. He stood smiling at me with a devilish face, raised the cup again, and Mirella looked at him with shining eyes, looking so delighted.

Roars of high-powered engines ripped through the air as Formula 1 cars blazed around the iconic tracks of Circuit de Monaco, the energy electric. Sienna stood close to the barrier in a fitted white team shirt with "Rivera 23" printed boldly across the back. The shirt was knotted at her waist, showing just a sliver of toned midriff, paired with a short black skirt that displayed her endless legs and danced each time a car sped by. Her ponytail swayed as she cheered, clapping and shouting whenever Mateo Rivera's car shot past, but her eyes kept scanning the paddock for him.

A large iced raspberry mocha with coconut milk and whip cream. “I don’t know how you drink that sweet shit,” Aiden says. “If you want to insult my coffee then you can find food elsewhere.” She replies with her nose in the air. Trevor and Brady start laughing at Aiden. The horrified look on his face is the reason. I have a feeling that these assholes are going to be loitering in my bus from now on since they have figured out that there is good food available. After breakfast and a shower, I walk back out to find Kyaria in a purple sundress and flip flops. She has her camera in hand.

The Russian Mob is considered their most important foe, but efforts are being made by the former to make them an ally. The Rivera crime family is considered one of the most intelligent, sophisticated and honorable of all organized crime families. The current family was founded by Salve Rivera in the late 1880's and is currently under control of Mariano Rivera. The family follows a system of monarchical rule. Generations of Salve Rivera have come to become Don's and Consiglieres. The current Consigliere, who is almost as powerful as The Don is Emilio Rivera. The Italian Branch of the syndicate is managed by Vito Gigante.

I said nonchalantly as I scratched Beretta's head. “According to my intel, Mikkinol is well known in the underground racing community. One of the best racers in the world. He’s set to race in 3 days in Columbia, and with Shrinka with us, we’ll have an opportunity to get closer to Mikkinol.” Marciano and my father thought for a moment, before they both nodded at me, showing approval of my plan.

He scratched his nape in embarrassment. “Well, she had a good time walking with you,” Mika said sarcastically and let out a teasing grin. “My brothers are really something. The eldest is so stiff and so strict, the other one had a few screws loose and the youngest is a womanizer. It’s so hard to be me.” “I’m not!” Dio said with flushed cheeks as he tried to defend himself. He followed Mika back to the hall and there he saw Cassandra talking with Royce. “Oh, you’re finally here,” Royce said with a smile on his face. “This is lady Riva and your grandfather used to be Duke Riva’s teacher.”

“It’s a lucrative piece of a larger puzzle. You should know by now that the Mafia makes the world go round. Influence by any means—money, blackmail, and force. Secrets are worth more than money, and the Ferrante are better at secrets than any other.” He wasn’t wrong there. “Any other what?” “Family. Organization.” “What other families are around?” I asked. It was me throwing out a lure, to see if he really didn’t know who I was. “Our number one enemy is Vitale.” I tried not to react to the name, especially when enemy was thrown in front of it. “I’ve heard that name before.” He nodded. “They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.”

Donovan clenched his jaw, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, as he drove through the dimly lit streets. Anger churned within him, a tempestuous storm fuelled by a volatile mix of frustration and concern. He had intervened just in time, thwarting Reuben's sinister intentions.

he said again looking at me and seeing his insistence to engage me in conversation, that put me on my toes. The valet finally handed me the keys and without wasting any more time, to get away from that man I got into my car, but when I was about to start the car that man approached the passenger window and said, "Being the wife of a powerful man like the leader of the Irish Mafia, you should bring your security and even more being the ex-wife of Lorenzo Razzo who has so many enemies, don't you think Fiorella?, I would advise you not to walk alone, we don't know the dangers you could be exposed to, you could even fall in the hands of men who are excited to spend a night of pleasure with you..