All Chapters of Ruthless Russo: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

He continued rocking back and forth in his thinking chair. His eyes were closed, while his ears were alert for the slightest noise. The Moretti mansion was heavily secured, he had given order to shoot at first sight and inquired later, if anyone would show up unannounced. His eyebrows drew together as he heard footsteps. His hand moved quickly to his gun as he snapped open his eyes. He looked at the doorway with his hooded eyes. "Vene! What are you doing out of your bed?" He asked his elder son with a deep scowl. "Father," Vene gulped hard, looking nervous. He had always taken pride in his sons. He kept his gaze trained on him. Vene was concealing something in his hand. "What are you hiding?" He asked his son, pressing his lips together. "Show me your hand." He ordered his son, hardening his gaze on him. It still felt like a nightmare that he lost his wife, his elder brother. His sister-in-law was still missing. "Just a few bandages, Dad."

Russo MAXIMO Moretti He straightened his cuffs and donned his coat, then he adjusted his tie while gazing at his reflection. He wanted everything perfect. Vene leaned against the doorframe and grinned, looking at his brother. "You're looking more handsome than your wedding day." He told his brother. Russo arched his eyebrows through his reflection, before he turned to face him. "You weren't even at my wedding." He told him. "That's true." Vene muttered as he straightened his back, "But I have seen your wedding album." He winked at him. He didn't need to come all the way here. He just didn't trust Bianchi. They could brainwash her. His men were still looking for Angelo. He had a feeling that Jenoah Abruzzo knew about his whereabouts. His hands clenched in exasperation. He vowed to make him pay every second of his life for touching and hurting what was his. "Any update on Franco Vittorio?” He asked Vene. Vene shook his head. "Jenoah and Fran

I didn't have any bridesmaids but my brothers, including Alessio, stood by me during the ceremony. I had thought he wouldn't attend my wedding. I wished Sienna to be here. I was also worried about her. I hadn't heard from her. "I pronounce you husband and wife." The priest announced, adding. "You may kiss your bride." He said My already beating heart began to run in my chest. My wide eyes snapped at him. I reached his chin in my high heels. His hand rested against my back as he took a small step forward. I stared at his lips for a brief moment. He leaned in and his lips grazed mine. I felt a tingling sensation running through me. My stomach clenched as he pressed them softly. I heard applause l. Abruptly, his arm tightened around me, lifting off the ground and he swirled. "What are you doing?" I squealed in terror. My hands shot around his neck. My body shuddered in fear as I heard a gunshot. Then, everything went dead silent. My brothers quickly drew ou

I felt a strong urge to remain in our room, so we could share our first night together. I noticed fear in her eyes. She was quiet. I never meant to capture her. It would be her safe heaven, though she never wanted our wedding. I had hoped for a new beginning for us. "You should stay home." Vene said, walking along with me. I shook my head. "You'll understand me better the day you fall in love." I told him, holding a soft smile. He chuckled, throwing his head back as we stepped into the elevator. I pressed the button for the top floor. "If I ever get married, it will only be for pleasure. Nothing more." He told me, shaking his head. A bullet had skimmed the skin of my shoulder blade, leaving a gash. Morphine was doing a miracle. "Weddings are about much more than just pleasure. You'll know it one day." I told him and a soft smile crawled on my face, recalling her wide eyes, focused solely on me. Vene chuckled again. "Give me three

A cool evening breeze blew across the garden area, providing relief from the summer heat. I closed my eyes. I missed my family, my mother and aunts. "You want some cookies?" Matt asked me, extending a plate towards me. Fabio kept staring in a particular direction, he appeared more at ease here. I could understand that he was home, surrounded by his own people. "No, thank you." I told him, shaking my head politely. "You look a bit down today." Fabio suddenly asked. "I don't know what you're saying." I tried to dodge his concern. Fabio looked at me. "It has been three years. We know what things bring you joy and sorrow. You'll get addicted to your new home." He said. "Why couldn't my husband see this?" I muttered to myself. "We'll take our leave." Fabio suddenly said, pushing himself away from the truck. They didn't wait for my response and began to walk away. "I'll go wit..." I stopped myself as I had a glimps