Tayo Ricci Father Novels & Stories

I couldn't help but compare him and Charles. When it comes to looks and body,he was better than Charles but that won't make me to love him.in fact I was filled with hatred when I looked at him. His face was quite familiar,I thought of where I had seen him and I remembered that I saw him on television. "Ricci"I recalled their surname. "That means he is Lorenzo Ricci, the only son of Fedrick Ricci, one of the influential and top business tycoons in the country. I wasn't surprised,I was used to meeting people with high social status since I was from the De Salvo's family.

CHAPTER 2 Mom didn't even pay attention to me when we saw her in the kitchen. We had breakfast quietly. Dad noticed about the treatment of mom toward on me. But dad is quiet, and he doesn't want to bother about of me and my mom had. My dad is a real estate broker. So, he met Tito Jordan before, because Tito was looking for land on which to build his business. For daddy he helped. They became even closer. Most likely, they were mommy's classmate, Tito Jordan and his wife Tita Peni in high school. So, it is easy for them to get along and become friends.

Aaron complimented. “Please, you don't have to lie. Daddy never liked that I wasn't interested in the family's business." Maya huffed, her voice tinged with sadness. Aaron wanted to correct the young lady that her father was, in fact, very happy that she chose her own path and wouldn't stop telling anyone who cared to listen that his daughter was smart, but he held his tongue. He hoped that a different day and a better time would surface for that. “Ah, I should go.” The man said, rocking his heels as he stared at his watch.

Rick's world shattered in an instant. Everything he had done for Susan was built on lies. "You told me you didn't have parents!" His voice cracked, heavy with disbelief. Another man stepped forward, pointing at Rick. "What the hell are you talking about? If she doesn't have parents, then who am I? I'm Susan's father! Watch your mouth, kid!" Susan looked as pale as a ghost as she stared at her towering husband. Fear flickered in her eyes.

When he saw the big guy next to me, his face went white like a chalk. “I’m Vincent Marconi’s son!” Ricky yelled, his voice cracking. “My father will make you pay!” The big man’s smile was thin and cold. “Everyone in your gang is dead. Your fault. Bad business decisions are costly. You are Vincent’s boy, huh? Thought you’d have guts. Guess I was wrong.” Ricky swallowed loudly, giving me a side look. “I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was your shipment. My dad will fix it—just give him some time.”

But if he didn’t find out through them, who had? "I had a visit earlier today. Luca Ricci himself had come to me. He'd been calm and all smiles—better than I could say about the lot of you," Father spoke, dropping the book in his hands with a loud thud against the desk before glancing back at me, his cold, bloodshot eyes meeting mine. "He'd been nice, and I'd promised him he’d have his wife back. He should by now. He wasn’t pissed about it. Said it was his fault he hadn’t trained his wife well."

She tapped her friend and they whispered for a few seconds before they made their way through the crowd and towards me. Good choice. She smiled faintly as she reached our table, her friend looked more excited. Women, I don't get their obsession with bad guys. Ric gestured for them to sit. Ric looks American because he was born in America, matter of fact his parents are both American, but he didn't get so lucky and got trafficked as a kid, by the Russians. He was so young that he didn't even know his name. Luckily he was saved by my father and taken to a foster home. He became really attached to my father so he brought him to stay with us, so my father named him and raised him.

He laughed heartily into the Microphone. “Thank you so much to the organizers of this great Mediterranean award. My father has worked for years and has left a legacy for my brother and I and for a long lineage yet unborn, I hope to emulate his resilience so I can give my children a good legacy while I am still alive. On this note I would love to make this one announcement to you all esteemed guests seated here. “I have a son with Giuliana Ricci," he pointed in our direction. Right there, the little boy beside her is my heir”, he said this with a broad smile and so much confidence and excitement

Ricardo didn't falter, neither did he betray any emotion, After a few seconds had passed, my father's chuckle rumbled out of his lips, which Mr. Ricardo joined in. The sound of their laughter washed over me, calming my racing heart and easing the tension in my jaw. I got my father's signal, and I realized I had gone too far, but then my father's response shocked me, "Of course he does," My father answered amidst his laughter, "or don't you think so Mr. Ricardo?" He asked, his voice - rich and purposeful. Without giving Mr. Ricardo a chance to say a word, my father continued,

“He used to be kind. He loved everything around him, the music, the books, the sunlight. His parents raised him to see the beauty in things.” “What were they like? His parents... were they Mafia too?” She held her breath, waiting. She had nothing on him, knew nothing about Domenico. If she could understand the boy who played the piano, she might understand the man who held the gun, just a little. “His father was a man of honor, the second in command of the Veronesi clan,” Emilio continued, his eyes glazing over as he reached back into the past. “Our Lady’s father trusted him more than anyone. He was the backbone of the organization, the shadow that kept the Veronesi name standing. He…”