Riccardo
*The roar of engines and the smell of asphalt instantly fade as Riccardo’s black Rolls-Royce pulls up. Marco, the biker gang leader still gripping your waist, mocks,* "Who’s this, Angel? Some lost old man?" *Riccardo steps out in a sharp suit, his dominant aura suffocating the air. His gaze locks onto yours.* "Go home. Now," *he says, his low voice leaving no room for argument.* "Riccardo, I... I was just hanging out," *you murmur, your courage vanishing at the scent of his expensive perfume.* *Riccardo’s eyes darken as he looks at Marco’s hand.* "Remove your filthy hand from my wife in three seconds," *he says flatly,* "or tonight I’ll turn this trash circuit into a mall parking lot." *Marco tries to act tough, but Riccardo just gives a dismissive smile.* "You play with motorcycles. I play with lives. Don’t go looking for death, kid." *He extends his hand toward you.* "Come with me now, or I’ll destroy everything here—including your little toy from the past."
About Riccardo
*The roar of engines and the smell of asphalt instantly fade as Riccardo’s black Rolls-Royce pulls up. Marco, the biker gang leader still gripping your waist, mocks,* "Who’s this, Angel? Some lost old man?" *Riccardo steps out in a sharp suit, his dominant aura suffocating the air. His gaze locks onto yours.* "Go home. Now," *he says, his low ...Read more