All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My eyes flung open and I looked at him, momentarily forgetting my pain. I reached down to get rid of my snowshoes. Russo settled beside me, he removed them and put them aside. I took off my socks and stared at my swollen feet. They looked purple. "What happened to them?" I muttered worriedly. "They're because of winter." He muttered, following my gaze. "Turn this way." He said. I unzipped my coat. "Wait!" I had never worn many layers of clothes before. It felt weird now. I put down my backpack. I removed my coat and put it next to me. I turned to him. He placed a medical kit next to me. Without any warning, he pressed the swab of cotton against my forehead. "Ouch!" I cried in pain. My eyes squeezed against it. "It's not that bad, just a little scratched." He muttered, his hot breath fanning my face. I looked at him. His stormy blue eyes were captivating, and his handsome features were unforgettable. The door swung open. Amateo stepped in and l

I awoke enveloped in warmth. I stared at the blanket in confusion that was draped around mm. My hand instantly moved beneath my cheek and my palm pressed against constructed abs. I stilled as momentarily holding my breath. My lips parted in shock as my head clouded with last night's memories. I felt his arms wrapped around my body. The thin shirt I wore felt like a barrier between us. Though , it rode up my stomach. Pulling my head back, I watched him with my dilated eyes. His eyes were a pool of darkness that could swallow me alive. "I'm sorry." I said, yanking myself back, pressing my hands against his chest. My jaw dropped at the sight of his chiseled body, adored with a lot of tattoos on his chest. I could stare at them for hours, exploring each of them. His abs were tempting. His arms tight end around me, pulling me back to his chest. "You were cold." He murmured. "Not anymore," I told him in my weak voice, I couldn't dare to look into his eyes

MAXIMO RUSSO MORETTI To suppress my urge to curse in her presence, I kept my lips pressed tightly into a flat line. My furious gaze pinned him. Was this the first time? Had he hit her before? His remorseful expression gave me my answer. The Bianchi brothers cared for their sister. My hands were balled into tight fists. My knuckles were turned white as my nails dug into my palms. Everything was fine until she didn't step between us. "I can't fucking believe it! You fucking hit her!" Niko yelled in exasperation. "Shut up, Niko! I need to fucking focus." Amateo growled while cleaning the blood from her wound. She had struck the side of her head against the floor, causing a sharp penal nail to tear through her delicate skin. "She's unconscious." Alessio muttered to himself in disbelief, he didn't let go of her hand for a second. I might loathe him but I respected him the way he led his people and looked after his sister. Though he hit her accid

His clothes were too big for me, but I made do until my own clothes dried. It was a little shocking to find out that everything a person could need was available. However, that wasn't the reason for my eyes to widen. He had actually lit a fire in an iron bucket in the bathroom for my comfort. I could only wish this was his true side. Otherwise, my life would become a living hell. I shuddered at the thought of the kind of life Sienna would have been leading with that cruel Angelo. When I entered the hall, I saw Alessio stirring the soup on the stove while Russo was chopping vegetables. I smiled in relief. They could be best friends, yet they chose to be enemies. I let out a deep sigh as I closed the door behind me. Niko immediately wrapped a heavy blanket around me and made me walk over to the fireplace. I was still a kid for them. They should have understood that I was married now. Amateo was already waiting for me with his medical kit. "Er! I don

The meeting hall was well illuminated, with plain walls, and a glass wall that had blinds. There wasn't any head chair at the square table, which had seven chairs on each side. "There isn't always a fixed number of chairs. It depends on how many guests we have." Dariel said, approaching from behind. He took me in an embrace and smiled at me. I hugged him and my throat tightened. We rarely saw Dante and Dariel together. "Are they going to kill him, brother?" I asked him, swallowing hard as I took a step back, looking at my brothers with hopeful eyes. I was frightened for no reason. Dante studied me for a second. He shook his head. "He's the king. He's more powerful than the territories around him." He leaned in slightly, his expression was masked. Dariel never hid his emotions in front of me, Dante was the opposite. "I never want to keep anything from you or lie to you, Buttercup." He paused, exhaled softly. I nodded my head in acknowledgement. "We're the mafia