Ralph Macchio Johnny Novels & Stories

Johnny pointed a gun at Lorenzo, while Ciro and Stefano had guns at the other two. “Johnny, if you shoot us, Alessia dies," Matteo said, smirking at his son as he held a gun toward me. Johnny's jaw clenched as he looked at his father. I could tell he was thinking of something to get me out of death's way. "Well, it's only the three of you left; if I were you, I would think carefully about my next move." As soon as Johnny said it, a loud gunshot rang through my ears, followed by Matteo's loud scream. He fell to the floor, making Lorenzo and Mikhas more aware, but Johnny took this opportunity to shoot Mikhas as well.

Alana brought over my breakfast and I began eating smiling, I was just so happy of making the pictures and I can't wait, at least, her pictures will keep me sane for the time being. "Sir, he's here." I heard Ralph said and he came to the dinning with a man behind him. "Good morning Mr Stefan, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." He said and stretched out his hand to me for an handshake, "I'm John." He introduced himself. I picked up a spoonful of my meal and continued eating, ignoring his stretched out hand, "Are you sure he is good Ralph? If he's not, you will pay for the damages and well, that is after he is jailed." I said.

Cody nodded before getting into his vehicle and heading out. “Mack, can we speak inside?” John asked him. “Of course, Alpha.” Mack replied. “Please, call me John.” John said. The two stepped inside. Mack pouring two cups of coffee. He sipped on his as he watched John who seemed out of it. The look on the Alpha’s face was a mixture of concern, disgust, agony, and pure rage. “What’s going on?” Mack asked. John not being able to say the words passed Mack the folder.

she adds, making Dad and I chuckle. Alpha Alarick, or Ricky, as we all call him, has a big sweet tooth. He looks like he's always angry as fuck, and he's very serious all the time, but he's a nice guy. He takes his job very seriously and doesn't take a bull from anyone, but he's a sucker for sweet stuff. Don't be fooled by the appearance, everyone thinks he's a menace, and to most who dare to cross the line- he is. But not to us. To us, he's just Ricky. But...If you want to be on his good side, get him a sweet pastry and a good cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Harley's thoughts were in a state of flux as she contemplated whether to tell her godfather Ricardo about her conversation with Johnny or not. Ricardo was the kingpin of the mafia, and he held immense power over its members. She feared that if she told him about her revealing her identity to Johnny, it might put her in danger. But then again, she needed to let Ricardo know of her mutual trust and respect between her and Johnny. So, she went to meet Ricardo and explained everything to him. Ricardo listened calmly and attentively, but he wasn't entirely convinced that Johnny wouldn't turn on them. "Johnny is a good man, and he understands the nature of our job," Harley said, as she tried to re

But one truth echoed louder than the rest… Whatever war he had just walked away from out there… he had walked straight into another one in here. And I was standing right in the middle of it. “You do realize what you are walking into, Alpha Marcel?” “I do.” He said calmly. “The question is, would you be willing to walk beside me? Because I am willing to give it all…”

After a weary sigh, he said, “You’ve got to get past the emotions and look him in the eye.” “Why do you keep saying ‘him’? Why can’t it be a woman?” “Alright—look HER in the eye.” “You mean you.” Ralph rolled his eyes impatiently. “OK. Look ME in the eye.” I did and just when I was about to be lured into passion with those golden swirls, he said in a low, frightening tone, “Remember, Mickey? Mickey Johson. Picture me as him.” At that, M. Johnson’s face superimposed onto Ralph’s. And I found myself staring in the drug lord’s crazy wild eyes. Raw fear consumed me, seized my muscles, blew up my gaze.

If you must know I am having these lunches to avoid having to go into her place of work and see you-know-who. Especially since impulsive idiot Rocco has set some fairly dangerous wheels in motion. Johnny Deco had shown up a week ago at the Gilded Falcon. He was a short, scrawny guy with a receding hairline. If you passed him in the street you would think he sold flowers but he's a fixer in the local mafia. He likes to brag, when he's had a big win and everyone else has left. Lolling on my bar stools with a cognac telling me tales about how many men he had to take teeth from to find out the latest snitch. Interesting yet terrifying.

Moments like these made me feel old when I desperately crawled into my memory, and then something triggered my brain because in an instant, Ralph’s face flashed before my eyes, and I froze. Ralph has this exact birthmark on his left arm, amidst a canvas of scars he acquired as a result of his glorious career as the right-hand man of a mafia kingpin. The birthmark always stood out, a little prominent on his sun-kissed skin, and I knew deep in my bones that the information I had was earth-shattering.