Rico The Giant Novels & Stories

"Fair enough. My name is Victor Racini." Stunned, I stumbled backward, colliding with the dresser, and winced as he closed the door. Victor Racini, the son of notorious mafia kingpin Ricardo Racini, renowned as the most infamous and dangerous man in all of California. And that man had just subjected me to a spanking.

I notice Anthony's eyes widen as he pauses the clip and proceeds to zoom into the man in a suit. “Does he look familiar to you?” I asked him as he studied the person on the screen intently. Anthony taps the back of the tech guy, “Run the face of this guy in the system…I'm trying to recall where I know him from, he looks too familiar.” I brush my fingers at the sound of this. Another mole! The tech guys zoomed in, running the image through the system. It took him less than four minutes and the result was out "Ricardo Ramirez. He’s been Miss Sofia's bodyguard for years now." He explains showing us a clearer photo of Riccardo.

It got so annoying that I actually threw some eggs at Jordan, which immediatly started a food fight with all of us, but shame I actually felt bad for Jordan, he even started to shed a tear when he noticed all that food had gone to waste. If I have to be honest it was actually quite hilarious, but anyways once we were done cleaning up after the manager was called, we grabbed our bags and again we were on our way to find the Giants King. They say that giants actaully have the ability to stay normal human size but they can grow when they feel like it, thinking about it like that it makes me think about Hulk.

I was slowly losing hope and energy for us when one fine day, a giant went to our cage. “Prince Gigantor wants to talk with you.” Everyone was shock when the giant suddenly picked me up even though I haven’t said anything yet. Stoic runs towards the giant to stop him from taking him away but it was already too late. “Daciana!” “Stoic!” I raised my hand, trying to reach out his hand but they giant had already advanced forward. The giant slowly brought me down when we finally reached their prince’s throne in the middle. I clenched my hand when his alarming voice spoke.

Nothing could explain Alita's joy as she had finally left Lu's room, to crown it all, her room is ready. Rocco looks hot, his thick muscle look strangled in his tight shirt and jeans. For the first time Alita noticed how tall he is, he look 7'6 ft tall. His muscles could be compared to that of Dwayne Johnson Aka the rock. The scars and tattoos on his face made him look sexier as the shirt seems like the buttons will all go off if he breathe well.

Roman wanted to ask for his daughter back but he knows that took great to ask for now. "I will make sure no harm comes to her, how else would I enjoy such a kind gesture from you." Dante smiled and Roman felt like smashing his face. Roman Ricci has always been the rival of the Russo family but no one has gotten to him as much as Dante. In their line of business, Dante is the youngest but also the smartest and cruelest. Dante has successfully taken control of more than half of the city and it was because of fear of Dante having everything that made Roman Ricci take over the government project.

The giant crumbled to the ground, his roars of pain echoing through the colosseum. The spectators, initially shocked by the unexpected turn of events, erupted into wild cheers as Alcides stood over his fallen opponent. The master of dodging had once again defied the odds and triumphed over a seemingly invincible foe. The Roman audience, known for its love of spectacle, reveled in the display of skill and bravery.

“Huh? Only if you get on your knees—” “—and lick our feet.” They laughed uncontrollably. I glanced at Rico. “Come on, please, please, please,” I silently urged. Then, Rico lunged forward, tackling the twins to the ground. Both were momentarily stunned, their concentration broken by his massive weight. For a brief moment, some of the giants flickered and disappeared. But the twins quickly recovered. “Goodbye, fatty. Our—” “—giants will take care of your death.” One of the giants grabbed an uprooted tree from the basin, stripping the crown to sharpen it roughly. He hurled it in our direction.

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

Rosa followed, fear finally overpowering her rage. “Why have you people come to destroy my house?” Luca demanded, forcing his voice steady as he approached. “What is the meaning of this?” A low scoff answered him. Rico stepped forward, a metal rod resting lazily in his hand. “You dare ask why?” he said coldly. Before Luca could react, the rod slammed into his arm. A scream tore from Luca’s throat as he collapsed to the ground. “You stole from the Ice King,” Rico snarled, striking him again. “And you thought you could enjoy his money in shopping malls?”