All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Inés Rosso I stayed occupied to escape reality. The meeting with the senior members of the family wasn't very helpful. This was a third meeting with all the members including senior members of the family. There were two newcomers, Emilio Moretti, Vene and Amateo's father and Evandro Castelli. I had become accustomed to their judgemental looks. They needed to stop expecting whatever was in their heads. "What's on your mind?" Russo asked, catching me off guard. He seemed to have a good grip on his feelings ever since his brother and brother-in-law had dragged me to the dungeon. I hadn't seen Niko and Amateo since that day. It had been five days. I was scheduled to meet with my father and colleagues about the same issue, I could only hope to uncover something important. "We're not reaching anywhere. We need to look for an eyewitness." I told them. "There's one. But she's mentally unstable." Evandro said. "What are we waiting for? Abduct her! We hav

Dad was in the hall with his team members, ensuring nobody made any mistake during the event. Ciro wasn't his brother, but his right hand who had provided a safe environment for everyone in the house, they pretended to be a perfect family. Even though they weren't real brothers, they were my family. "Thye won't dare to show up here." Uncle Ciro said. "They attacked us last week. Bruno is probably still waiting for a response." Alfredo chuckled. So, Bruno's men were dead, They were already at war. And we were part of this, though the Bosses team was unaware of it but they were an inseparable part of it from the start. They were still stuck at the finding point. "You weren't around during lunch." Rigor said, walking in with George and Edric. "I wasn't feeling hungry." I replied. "You shouldn't skip your meal. You need to train. Anything can happen at any moment." Rigor said. "I know." I muttered. "You don't need to be concerned when we are

Maximo Russo Moretti How is it possible for her to have the same birthmark like Evara? Each time I accidentally touched her, an electric wave rushed through me. My gaze landed on her. "It's no use, Vene." I said breathing heavily. All heads turned to me and shifted at her. "She wasn't making excuses." Dante said. "I should wake her up." Vene said. "No!" I and Alessio said sharply. "I'll take her back home." Igor said as he stood up and picked her up. I hurried forward and held open the door for him. "The report will reveal her identity." Alessio muttered as we strode behind them. "Yes," I muttered. The days seemed longer than expected. It was a difficult time without her. "We'll see you at the event." Dante said. “Sure," I muttered as I watched Igor heading to his car. I inhaled deeply and followed him. We reached home and mom looked up at us. "What happened to her?" She worriedly shouted and shot to her feet. "Sh

George dragged us to the nearby cafeteria after our classes. The place was occupied with students from campus. We were waiting for our order when Mdox and his friends unexpectedly showed up unannounced. "Hello, there dear!" Said the hefty one as he beside me, he brushed his fingers through my hair as he looked at Edric. It seemed he was challenging him. "What's your name?" I asked him, leaning back. He shouldn't mess with me. His friends chuckled as the hefty one flashed a smile. These campus boys were fitness freaks. He was fit but bulky in shape, "Are you interested in me, baby? I can pop your cheery tonight while my friends show your brothers their place. What do you say?" He smirked and his friends laughed. Anger coursed through me. I masked it with a smile, though I glared at him. George and Edric's expression turned aggravated. I held my hand out, clearly telling them that I would take care of it. "What are you waiting for? Why don't you drop

Upon waking, the first sensations I felt were a headache and the taste of the bitterness of medicine in my mouth. I propped myself up and pressed the heel of my palm against the side of my head. I let out a startled tone. My eyes wide in disbelief as I looked at him. "What are you doing in my room?" I asked him. My heart raced on my chest. His expression remained impassive, sitting on the couch like he owned the place. "This is my room. You just can't walk in like this." I told him with my heart beating in my chest. He stood up and checked his wristwatch. "Dinner will be ready shortly. You have five minutes." He said, ignoring my question. I blinked in confusion. "Are you sick or what? I don't care that it's your home. This is my room. You and none of the men are permitted in my room." I told him, strictly. He seemed unbothered while I was seething in anger. I didn't care that he was handsome, and charming, or even if I liked him. I was en