80's Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

"It's good to have you back." I look at him. Twenty years of Daniel Russo, steady and reliable. There when it counted. Tonight and the months before and all the years before that. "Thank you," I say. "For all of it, for everything." He nods once and steps back. I go up the stairs, the bedroom is quiet when I push the door open. The lamp still on. Lola against the pillows, Storm on her chest. Both of them were asleep. I stand in the doorway and look at them for a moment.

ELENA THEN. Lorenzo Russo sat comfortably on the worn couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle. His dark suit, perfectly tailored to his lean, muscular frame, hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the strong cut of his jaw as it caught the low light. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, swirling the amber liquid lazily, the ice clinking softly against the glass.

There was silence. "We have to be prepared for when he strikes. Get all the men to start training harder; we have to be in good shape for when it happens," I said, looking at everyone. "Why don't you talk to Mason De Luca? I know he and Lorenzo have a history; maybe we can get him to work with us. And I know he will also want to take revenge against the Russians for what they did to his fiancée," Ciro suggests with a blank face. "I will call him in the morning and ask if I can see him," I said, standing up.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

"Red, I am sorry." "Daniel, what are you into? I want to know now! The late nights, scars, wounds and all." She moved closer to him with her hands fisted by her side, "I want to know." Daniel hesitated before speaking, he knew there was no point in lying further, she had found out about him in a bad way. "I am a mafia Boss Red." He couldn't look her in the eyes, "The late nights, wounds and all are as a result of the activities we carry out."

“They should understand that not every band is worth the fame in Brooklyn, Fame should be earned by real hard work and integrity.” Before Jordan could respond, the door burst open. And there he was. Luca Moretti. Up close, he was taller than Daniel expected. His brown hair was skillfully unkempt, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his piercing grey eyes were breathtaking, and his athletic structure was quite commanding. A designer coat was slung over one shoulder, and his smile was blinding—but Daniel didn't miss the bruise on his knuckles, the fresh cut along his jaw. "Daniel Reyes," Luca said, voice smooth as whiskey. "Finally."

Her eyes landed on the figure standing quietly by the window—tall, muscular, wearing an expression that balanced alertness and nonchalance perfectly. “And who is this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she removed her glasses, letting her eyes meet the man’s directly. Lucas’s smirk widened. “Meet Daniel—our front man.” Aria tilted her head. “Front man?” she echoed, her tone a mixture of curiosity and caution. “Yes, ma’am,” Lucas said. “Daniel is the one representing us. Everything Damian thinks he knows, everything he believes about what’s happening—it will come through Daniel. He’s the perfect decoy, and he’s going to make sure our plan moves exactly as intended.”

“Who is he?” Daniel exhaled slowly. “Caruso is well-known in certain circles. He’s not officially listed as the head of anything, but law enforcement files link him to several organized crime groups operating across the UK and parts of Eastern Europe.” “Arms distribution, loan sharking, contract violence, and several suspected homicides,” Daniel continued. “Nothing ever stuck in court. But investigators have been watching him for years.” I stared out the window. “And Julian met with him?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied.

Noel's Mansion “Give me all the information about Jacob Hayden Al Jassem! Everyone without exception!” Daniel ruled Marvel furiously. His emotions were still burning with anger and great revenge. Already bottles of alcoholic beverages he drank that night after returning from the party. Still wearing a party suit still attached to his broad body, Daniel is now sitting with a frustrated face at his office desk. It's still like a dream when he remembers his meeting with Lucy Watts and Jacob Hayden last night.

“What fish do we have to fry Carlos?” “The one and only, notorious Mafia Don in Orthus. Don Russo.” Master Carlos said with a hint of glitter in his eyes. Kara sighed because she knew that planning the perfect plan will be hell and might take weeks because they will be going up against an entire Mafia, “Since were done I’ll be off.” Kara said and left Carlos in the room with his words and thoughts.