Riff Raff From Underdog Novels & Stories

I needed a moment to breathe. I pushed open the door to a small, dimly lit room and sat down at the small table, dumping the wads of cash onto it. I didn’t even look at the bills anymore—just money. It felt like I was counting scraps of my dignity, each one thinner than the last. And then I heard the door creak open behind me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The heavy footsteps, the oppressive silence—they were unmistakable. "Well, well," Raffael’s voice sliced through the air, cold and biting. "Look at you, sitting here like you actually belong. A cheap whore, counting your money. How quaint."

and kicks Raffaele. Raffaele makes a grunting sound which made everyone panic. He tries to get up but falls back on the floor and goes unconscious again. "What do we do? Wait, let's get him a doctor" says Aiden and makes a call. "Let him die, please" begs Daisy. "You don't get it bitch. We need him. He has a whole chain of human trafficking Magnus and his father are working on taking down. Without him, we can't do shit" says Aiden and calls a doctor to check on Raffaele.

Creiff repeated slowly, turning to look around the room. "He's in your office, please, Go!" Rafa pleaded, waving his hands urgently. He tried to stand up but stumbled when his legs wouldn't cooperate and fell back onto the sofa. Creiff rushed forward, and held Rafa tightly, supporting his weight. When he looked up, he saw that Rafa's eyes had rolled back in their sockets, his jaw slackening. "He's losing so much blood, we both are going to die at this rate, please, dear friend, save my Soulmate," Rafa whispered, voice slurred and barely audible. Creiff shuddered at the tone, he knew exactly what that tone meant. It wasn't just the loss of blood; there was also a threat implicit in it, and he

De Comte saw my appearance behind Raff. "You're slow, Gin! Quickly finish and end all of this!" Raff said. "Hahaha... You are just Werner puppies who can't do anything. You guys can't even change your own diaper." Raff moved his hands to the asphalt, and tall, sharp chunks of asphalt formed to attack De Comte. Surrounding vehicles also flew out to hit De Comte. But the old lycan jumped high and threw his magic claws to hit Raff.

A bottle of champagne lay tipped over and also the music kept playing in the background like nothing happened. Then the headline faded in across the top: "EXCLUSIVE: DRUG OVERDOSE IN MAFIA-RUN NIGHTCLUB" I stared at it. The rage didn’t come all at once. It climbed my throat slowly, like acid. “What the fuck is this?” I said, voice cold. “Making rounds on private forums,” Simon said. “High-level gossip groups. Mafia trackers. I think Kraven’s people haven’t posted it yet, but they leaked it in the right places. They're building traction. Setting the stage.”

she explained with a shaky voice as he dragged her down the long hallway. "Okay," he said, ignoring her pleas. He dragged her down the stairs all the way to the basement. Once she saw he was leading her towards the basement, every atom in her body began screaming for help; nothing good ever happens in the basement. She kept quiet once she realized that her screams were not moving Jose one bit. She had already tried the weak persona, and it obviously did not work. She thought men in the mafia liked weak women, but Jose was clearly an exception. She decided to change tactics, anything to survive one more day.

“Unless, of course, someone made sure the story reached the right ears.” Adrian leaned against the edge of the desk, his posture deceptively relaxed, “Was that someone you?” His tone was flat, but sharper. A low chuckle left his uncle’s throat. “You give me too much credit. If I wanted to drag you through the mud, I wouldn’t hide behind blurry pictures. I’d make sure the world saw you for exactly what you are.” “It still hurts my feelings to think the great Adrian Wolfe suspects I spend my days tipping off gossip rags?”

The confrontation had been a success, a brutal piece of theater that had established a new, terrifying fact in the ecosystem of Milan’s underworld: he belonged to Rafael Bianchi. But success felt like ash in his mouth. It tasted of submission. Of being a pawn moved in a game between kings, even if the move had been one he’d ultimately agreed to. “He will not forget that,” Rafe said finally, his voice a low rumble in the quiet car. He wasn’t looking at Jay; his gaze was fixed on some point in the middle distance, strategizing already. “His obsession has curdled into something more dangerous. A grudge. He will look for another angle.”

Raff collapsed to the ground, gasping for air and clutching his painful stomach. Rolf dashed towards Raff, where he collapsed down on the ground and extended a helping hand. "I hope you're doing well?" Well......."It's okay to lose sometimes, Raff," he replied gently. Raff, unable to swallow his pride and intoxicated by the taste of loss, took Rolf by the neck and threw him to the ground. Raff straddled Rolf, pouring down a succession of devastating blows, eliciting a scream from the audience. Rolf strained hopelessly against the attack, attempting to defend himself.

Turning my back to look at him i said. "Alyssa" He nod. "You just move here huh?" i ask, leaning on the wall watching him while also wrapping my hand with my the wraps. He keep quiet since it's more of a statement than a question. "You do boxing?" He ask me. "Yea,do u?" I ask out of curiosity. "I'm a street fighter" Now i'm more curious. "Do u still fight now?" I raised my eyebrows in question. "I just put my name on a fighting place called 'underground' here 4 days ago"