Ralph Macchio Outsiders Novels & Stories

Alex’s face twisted, not in confusion or fear, but in smug satisfaction as the officers approached him. "Really?" he scoffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You think this little show of force is going to scare me?" His voice dripped with arrogance, and he cast a dismissive glance around the room. "I don’t feel a shred of remorse. As far as I’m concerned, I won. Neither James nor David is the CEO, and that's exactly how I planned it." Emma's gaze remained icy, watching him with a calm, unwavering authority.

I inquire, attempting to maintain my composure despite the rage brewing within. “Well, well, well… New Bratva, welcome to Chicago!” The man relinquishes his hold on Tatyana with a disrespectful smack on her rear. Tatyana’s expression nearly morphs into a smile as she gracefully saunters across the room to stand beside me and Misha. “Allow me to introduce myself,” he sneers. “I am Mario Alfonso, a sotto capo of the Chicago Outfit.” “So, you are the new Boss? Nikolai Fedorov?” he queries, his tone dripping with derision.

Ralph dressed quickly, and when he looked at his reflection one more time, he didn't see himself at all. He saw Michael Cross. A man who had never met Kora, never worked at Philips Tech, never stolen a proposal or had anything to do with the Black Triad. A man who had no past, no attachments, no reason to look over his shoulder every few minutes. A ghost wearing a new face. A perfect disguise.

Ralph POV I drove Dr. Mac and me back to the pack house. The plan was not to return to the lodge for the time being. All eyes were on me, thanks to Melody. I had to do my best to keep my safe space hidden from those hawks and vultures who called themselves paparazzi. “I managed to convince Alison to return to her apartment, so you can start setting the infirmary up,” she said to me,

Satisfied with whatever he saw on my face, he started looking at his shoes. A minute later he lifted up his hand and grabbed the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him so that my body was flush against his chest, "Honey," Max growled, his voice coming down to a low pitch, "Varys Flint is the man who drives most of the underworld on the tips of his finger in most of the cities. The biggest rival of Italian gangster clan." My face turned white as chalk as his words entered my mind and I immediately recognised the name.

Ricardo looked on in shock at the sight before him. Moretti crouched to peer at Sergio’s lifeless body, "Well, he’s very dead." Ghost’s frown deepened, "It was either him or me." Ricardo glanced nervously at the wolf snapping his teeth at them. He reluctantly drew his gaze away from him and Ghost, "You know what you’ve done?" Ghost didn’t need to think about it hard. He knew it. He was a member of the mafia family, and he knew the implications of the law of what he had done, what was expected of him. He didn’t say anything.

I needed to be patient, I needed to be the predator not the prey. The next morning, Ralph kissed me goodbye before leaving the estate. "I have a big day today, my princess." He said, smoothing my hair. "I'm having a summit planning meeting with the Othon team. I'll be late, don't wait for me." "I'll miss you." The words came automatically out of my mouth, before i knew it. He smiled sweetly and left. I watched his car disappear down the drive, then I walked to my study and called Marco. "Set up a meeting with Ricardo Marino."

However, I didn’t know if she could turn into a full wolf. I had to figure out a way to deal with her. I scrolled through my phone and found the number one outcasted Alphas, Ralph Black. His pack were outcast, they had strange practices often considered rebellious. If there was anyone that could help with information on Changelings then it was him. He picked up on the first ring. “To what do I owe this honor Luke? One of the self-righteous ones, calling me? That’s interesting. How’s Max?” he said in one breath.

Seeing this, I leave. While walking through the dark hallways, I make my way back to my command center. Walking up the stairs, I stop and stand at the top where I can see all the monitors as they record everything happening in the city. As I check the monitors, I see the ones I have installed in the OutPost. “Strange,” I think, seeing the Outcasts all standing in a circle. They seem to be discussing something. “What’s going on?” I bring up my wrist and press a button on my remote controller. Activating the audio on my spy cameras, I listen in on the OutCasts.

It made my skin crawl on itself, even if it was just in my head. "There will be no need for that, bring her to me," Marco ordered. I noticed the way that Mother obediently did as he said. It was as if she feared him. This made me wonder who exactly this Marco was. Could the rumors be true? That he was a killer and had his roots deep in the mafia world? We reached Marco and mother presented me before him. He smirked as he ran his eyes over me, almost undressing me with the way that he assessed me.