80's Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

"The Caruso family, specifically Daniel Caruso, had been operating a shadow organization within both crime families." Gasps filled the courtroom. Daniel's face darkened. "The human trafficking operations, the violence, the recent attacks—all of it leads back to Daniel Caruso. He was working with the Colombian cartels directly, using both families as cover while building his own empire." "That's a lie!" Daniel shot to his feet.

Daniel said, trying to recover from laughing at Luca. He didn't seem scared of Luca at all. "Is there a reason why you would say that?" Luca asked, keeping the face. "Well yes, she seems like someone who would need such advice. Considering the kind of person you are, Mr De Rossi." Daniel replied, eyes straight at Luca. Luca maintained his face and position and there was a bit of silence for a while but then Daniel continued, still facing Luca: "You will pay for every crime you've committed, Luca De Rossi. I swear in the name of all the lives you've ruined."

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

That veiny hand that had been jerking me off minutes ago. With one hard yank, Lorenzo pried the doors open and stared at us, his expression dark. “Am I interrupting something?” he asked, low and guttural. “No, sir. I was walking the lady back to the car,” Dante answered instantly, slipping right back into his professional tone. Lorenzo gave him a cold look and said nothing else. He stepped into the elevator and hit the lobby button again. His presence flooded the space. Heavy. Oppressive. His broad back was almost right in front of me, wedged between Dante and me. The only sound was the elevator mechanism as we went down in total silence.

I just shook my head and then I screamed, especially when they sprinkled water while people on the dance floor got wet. My hips went wilder when Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie played. With the remix of Boyfriend by Arianna Grande. I close my eyes and dance. Someone touched my waist, and when I opened my eyes, it was Christ Nielson’s face that almost kissed me, and didn’t want to let go of my waist. “Athanasia, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” I immediately pulled away and avoided him; he was a good friend of mine. Del Russo is connected to the Mafia Organization since my father is a good friend of Avenson.

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

Reported Darius to Quirino’s father. # # # “Let's see what your brother is doing now!?” Lucas Wyatt slammed the cellphone in his hand with overflowing anger. He is a man in his early 60’s with some of his hair already white, but his body is still well-built, implying that old age does not affect many changes in his physique. His eyes showed fury as he stared at his eldest son who had just returned after a long absence due to work. “He already dared to challenge me like you did!!!” Lucas shouted right in front of Daniel.

The pleasures of being your boss… Darius leaned forward with a gleam in his blue eyes. “Go on.” “Don’t get too excited, Darius,” Daniel frowned. “I did what I had to do. Nothing more.” Bored with his night’s lack of adventure, Darius wasn’t easily dissuaded. “Come on. Give me some details, Daniel. It’s not every day we get to take someone out.” Donald growled, causing all heads to turn, “Darius, if we let you, you’d kill a man for cutting you off in traffic. Put your leash back on.”