Tayo Ricci Father Novels & Stories

Like hell would I agree to a deal with the likes of him. Ricardo and I had a......well you can call it a falling out which included the death of my father. Deep. Anyways Ricardo thinks I'm a heartless dick that didn't give a shit about the fact that he ruthlessly murdered my father, but little does he know I've been planning the death of his empire and him since that day.

Sera My father. What the fuck was my father doing here? He sat with one leg crossed over the other, a cigar hanging from his fingers as he looked me up and down, and then at the plate of cinnamon rolls I’d made as a peace offering to Killian. “Got her in the kitchen, huh? I never took you as a traditionalist, Ricci,” Andre Bianchi smirked as he lifted his cigar to his mouth, his golden rings gleaming. “Smells delicious.”

Ricky said coldly. He felt the penetrating gaze of Mr. Razon but he didn't care to look at him. According to the memories of Daveryl, Mr. Razon is the boss of his late father. His father once saved the mother of Jaime Razon during the kidnapping when Jaime was only 15 years old. From then, Razon family is helping the Ortega family until now. "He can't, I punished him for disobeying my will. I grounded him for three days now." Cedric answered while looking at him.

There was a moment where I watched as a confused look crossed his features. I smiled, knowing it was the Alpha Soul that most likely just bent his own wolf into submission. “Yes, Olivia Roberts. You must be Richard.” He laughed. “Richard on paper, Ricky in person. Richard was my father.” Ricky was chipper. A level of energy I figured followed him everywhere. We had corresponded quite a few times through email and I realized he was exactly the same in person. Too many exclamation points. “Did you want to take a ride in or…?” Ricky looked at me questioningly.

Ricky said. I frowned slightly. I played myself into this and I couldn’t get out of it. “Just one question and nothing more,” I said. “That’s fine by me, I guess. I’m only interested in knowing one thing only.” Ricky said. “And what could that possibly be?” I asked in a bored tone. “Who’s the father of your son, Jace?” Ricky asked. “You wouldn’t know who he is,” I shrugged. “That doesn’t answer the question,” Ricky pointed out.

I stepped even closer until our tits were pressed together, my nipples so hard they ached against the thin fabric of my top. “You’re right,” I hissed right in her face. “I am His Daddy’s whore. Professor Adrian—Lucian’s dad—bent me over his desk, fucked me raw, and filled me up with three thick loads while your precious ex was waiting outside like a clueless little boy. Feel that?” I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, pressing her fingers against my pussy.

Both he and my father—after everything they had done to hurt me—still acted like they were indulging me, like they were sacrificing for me! "Riccardo," I said suddenly, "tell me… is there something you've been hiding from me?"

While Tiarra's friend, Renjo was left speechless staring at the door where his friend exited. "If I were you, Hijo, I wouldn't be friends with Tiarra," Ricardo said, drawing Renjo and Selya's attention to him. Renjo scrunched his brow, unable to believe he was hearing those words from his friend's father's mouth. He was already aware that Tiarra's relationship with her twin was not good, but he had no idea that her own father treated her in the same manner. “What nonsense are you saying, Ricardo?” Selya chastised him, but she knew that was all she could say because Ricardo's heart and mind were closed when it came to Tiarra. She is the one who is embarrassed by what he is doing in front of h

“I’m listening, Ricci.” “Alright. I don’t know if you’ve ever heard of Mr. Ricardo Ricci,” he said as he parked outside the airport, looking at me with an amused expression. “The owner of R.R. Hotels? Who doesn’t know him? He’s the biggest investor in all of Europe… Wait,” I said, processing my own words. “Is he your father?”

How did I explain the noose tightening around my neck? “I’m getting married,” I blurted. Gia blinked, stunned. “Married? To who? You’re not even seeing anyone—” “It’s not like that.” My laugh was sharp, bitter. “It’s not love. It’s business.” Her brow furrowed. “Business?” I forced myself to meet her eyes. “Mafia business. My father decided I’m to marry Leonardo Ricci.” For a moment, her face froze. Then the color drained from it. “Ricci?” she whispered. “The almighty Leonardo Ricci? The boss himself?”