Novel & Cerita Rio Money Heist

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

Rio, one of his henchmen assigned to spy on Alexander Guan. "As you said, a traitor, must die!" Arsenio snatched the gun from Bastian's hand. Without waiting long, he immediately released the trigger on Rio, who had both hands held by Cale and Mark. He fought back. However, Cale was not a match for him. Rio lost his life when the two hot bullets pierced his head and chest. Arsenio grinned. The time for vengeance had come. The level had been obtained as well as the promised bonus.

I had to rescue Diego before José’s return and before I ran out of ammunition. “Miguel, don’t. Ms. Forester has promised us ten million dollars if we hand over the little rascal to her.” Ramona struggled to get free, and I lost my mind. So Kimberly was indeed the mastermind behind Diego’s kidnapping. I hadn’t expected her to join hands with these two. How did she know about Miguel and Ramona? How did she meet them and come up with such a plan? “Don’t risk your life for such a meager amount, Ramona. Julietta can help us earn more, right, Julietta?” Miguel tried to divert my attention.

"He's going to squeeze me for every cent, isn't he?" Santiago's voice was a low rasp against my ear as we moved. The bass from the terrace thrummed through the soles of my boots. Lorenzo’s desperate pitch about the villa was a lead weight in my gut. The idea that I’d somehow 'fixed' the head of the Rivera family was a joke, but the way Lorenzo looked at us—like we were a matched set—wouldn't leave me. I wasn't falling for a hitman. I couldn't be. This was the adrenaline of Milan, the wine, and the proximity of a man who looked like a god in a silk suit. Santiago didn't do love. He’d carved that into me since the first night.

Big but tight. Rio got into some trouble for not releasing the evidence soon, but anyway, the results of their research work, I don't have to accept criminal responsibility, just house arrest and fines. mental as well as psychotherapy weekly with him. And though he didn't believe it, he was quite interested in my story. Or so he pretended to be. - Her English name is Ria. – One day he suddenly said. Ria. Haven't heard this name in a while. I'm in awe:

“Smile again Riz and I'll cut your tongue off, “ I said to Rizzo whose smile immediately disappeared and I heard Angelo stifle laughter. “Okay, now the bad news is that I hacked into the gang’s Database and saw that they had been exchanging emails with several other gangs and it's not good because they are planning to rebel against you. But what caught my attention was that they exchanged more emails and calls with a certain Mr. Santiago Di Maria. One thing is for sure boss, War is coming to the underground world,“ Riz explained and clicked on the message that was sent by Mr. Santiago. It read “I have already told Diego and his men to eliminate Ricardo on his way from the mental home care, a

Damien ought to be leaping for joy at the crisis which had been swerved, yet he was still remaining defiant. True, they were not out of the deep waters yet but at least there was no countdown weighing on them. Romero would not go down if they did not accept the money, but they will still be worse off due to the other huge fines they needed to pay. He knew he did not pay any ransom for the data. but he might as well use it as an opportunity to get the Young Miss out of there, before Chairman Fernandez decides to come down here on his own.

one of the captors explained coolly. 'Morelio! Shit!' Roger felt a surge of anxiety, bordering on panic, especially as they led him into the opulent suite of the Irish man. Only then did he discover the true identity of the man he had borrowed money from. Morelio is a notorious Irish mob leader. This wasn't a mere financial transaction; he had unwittingly tangled himself in the dangerous web of organized crime. However, the pressing issue was the stark reality that his bank account had been completely drained of funds.

Riana`s POV ‘’So with ear plugs, they are no longer able to hear my mother`s words and won't experience the effect.’ I then said to him and he nodded. We are so doomed, I thought to myself. ‘’I’m still going to go and rescue my parents.’ I then said to Alejandro. ‘’So you are telling me that you are planning to go and face a huge demon army by yourself, you do know that is death mission right Princess?’’ Alejandro then said to me in reply.

Rio paused, a smile tugging at his lips. "After him, I'm the second-largest shareholder in his company. In summary, my entire existence has been dedicated to him," Rio confessed, the hint of pain evident in his voice. Ryan observed the turmoil in Rio's eyes. "And?" Ryan prompted, sensing there was more to the story. "And in the end, I got nothing," Rio sighed, a painful chuckle escaping him. They locked eyes, sharing a profound silence that spoke volumes.