All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alessio and Dante exchanged looks. Dante cleared his throat. "There aren't many people. My parents, your father, grandpa, our brothers and some friends. You won't be among strangers." He said. "You did not mention my mother." I told him. My throat felt choked. I pushed the need of crying. "We lost our mother when you were just three months old." Alessio informed me. I felt a wave of sadness washing over me. Though I didn't have any memories of her. I longed for a mother figure. I glanced out the window again as he slowed the car. The garden was manicured, dark green under the street lamps. A grand white mansion appeared majestic under the moonlight. I drifted my gaze away from it and witnessed another gigantic mansion. There were even more. "Is that where you live?" I asked them. "It's our home, Buttercup." Dante said, catching my attention. "Alessio was in Sicily taking care of family business. The ivory ones are our mansions." He informed me.

I was ready to go to college. I had doubts about being a good student since I didn't remember anything. The dining hall was quiet. Dad was seated in the head chair, engrossed in the newspaper. Niko was scrolling through his phone. Alessio was occupied with his files and laptop. Catrin seemed lost in her thoughts while seated next to Alessio. "Good morning," I smiled, taking my seat. Dad looked up from his newspaper and offered his wide smile "Did you sleep well?" He asked, folding it and handed it to his guard. Niko put his phone down on the table and leaned forward. "She was wandering around at midnight." He told them. I swallowed hard, bracing myself for him to scold me. Niko could keep his mouth shut. "Is something bugging you, child?" Dad asked worriedly, looking at me. His solo attention was set on me. "She wants a picture of mom, Dad." Niko said. "Shut up, Niko." Alessio shot him a dark look. He motioned at the tall man who immedia

An sinister grin appeared on his face that seemed mocking me. "Soon! You'll forget everyone. Only one face will linger in your thoughts, Hon." He said, pointing his index finger at himself. My eyes snapped open, I was drenched in sweat. My heart was drumming in my chest. I wiped the back of my hand on my forehead. My gaze darted around the dimly lit room. Dark frightened me. My fear played games with me, threatening me that he could be hidden under the dark. I pushed myself up and prolonged my hand in dread. I turned on the light. I exhaled in relief that I was alone. I pulled my knees to my chest and embraced them. I had a nagging feeling I had seen him before. I looked around for my husband, wishing him to be around me. He was gone for business. I climbed down the mattress and headed for the door. I pushed open the door and paced out. Fearfully, I stopped near the stairs, hoping for someone to wake, but I only met darkness. I then walked over to the cou

Third Man's POV "You have a choice to make. I don't want you as my enemy." Alessio muttered to him. His hands were fisted to his sides, his icy stare darting out of the glass wall. He was furious that he was going to send his sister in the hell if she had been married to André. But he had planned to keep André his side. "I'm not siding with anyone, nor I'm joining Angelo and his fucking heartless father." André muttered, moaning in pain as he tried to sit up straight. It grabbed his attention. "What are you planning?" Alessio asked him. André was a grown man. He was capable of surviving on his own. "My parents. I don't know what happened to them. Jenoah Abruzzo never truly explained what exactly happened to them. I was nothing more than a slave to them, instead of his adopted child." André snorted "I can help you." Alessio offered him, though everytime they tried to reach the killer of his mother, they always met a dead end. Jenoah wouldn't let And

BOOK TWO - Chapter One The hall erupted in their gentle laughter. Amelia Bianchi poured fresh squeezed orange juice and shoved it toward Rosa Moretti. "I wouldn't have dared to travel with my seven-month stomach." She chuckled softly, looking at Rosa's round belly. "And I would never dare to travel without my three-month-old daughter." Rosa shot her a pointed look. Amelia's three-month-old son was sleeping in the crib. She picked her glass and took a small sip. A soft smile curled on her lips tasting sweetness. The other women at the table stopped, looking at them as tension brewed in the air. "You should have some tea, Amelia." Giulia chuckled nervously as she placed a cup of tea in front of Amelia. Rosa and Giulia were sisters-in-law, married in a powerful mafia family. She let out a sharp exhale. She never wanted to marry Garrett. "What's upsetting you, Rosa?" Amelia asked her in annoyance as she put the pitcher down a little harder. “Reina is