80's Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

When he asked me what kind of view I wanted for my office , I said ; I wanted the ocean because it was calming . Romano’s guys saw me and they buzzed me in. Daniel was all dressed in a Navy blue suit and slacks, he paired it up with a white golf shirt and black formal shoes . He was sporting a new hair –cut and he looked like he wasn’t a medical doctor , he looked like he walked off the pages of men’s health . As soon as both father and son saw me Daniel stood up from where he was sitting to open the door for me . He was smiling at me, and I smiled back. As soon as we both sat down Romano started talking “Good day Eleanor ; how are you settling in?”

Jasmine Brown cast a suspicious gaze at Daniel and asked, "Is it true, Daniel?" "What?" Daniel squinted at Jasmine Brown with disbelief, "You don't trust me?" He stood up and explained, "I only went to meet one of my men, who was working secretly on a murder case. He got the murder weapon and was showing it to me before he hands over it to the police. That's all. I am not dealing with any arms. I am a lawyer, not a criminal."

he uttered, his words laden with enigmatic anticipation. With his departure, I found myself alone in the VIP room, clutching the money he had generously bestowed upon me. It equaled two months' worth of salary at Kosho. As I examined the card, a sense of astonishment washed over me. It revealed that Daniel was none other than the CEO of the city's most illustrious information technology group. Furthermore, I learned that Kosho was co-owned by the boss and Daniel himself, though the latter seldom frequented the establishment, leaving its management in the capable hands of Neil Lane.

Daniel ball his fist in anger. Though he doesn't know who the girl is, he still hates what Lucas is doing. It pains him when a girl is sexually harassed. Girls are weak to fight for themselves and men take such an opportunity to harass them. "You are testing my patience Lucas. Let go of that girl now!" Daniel grouses in all seriousness. Lucas scoffed and chuckled sarcastically. Cassandra is a bit relieved that someone came to her rescue, who knows what Lucas is planning to do to her. "And if I said no, What would you do, Daniel. You are nothing but a mistress's son." Lucas blurts out sarcastically.

Daniel commented with a smirk, “can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” I bit my lip and moved my eyes away. Daniel thinks I am very innocent. I wanted to laugh out loud but controlled myself. But Lara on the other hand, shot up and gritted, “What does it even have to do with you? You are definitely not the one we were looking at, monkey face.” “Sure. I totally believe that.” Daniel cocked his head to the side, his abs muscles flexing. Alessio grabbed me by my waist, hoisted me up at once and brought me down on the ground to stand right in front of himself.

Daniele De_Luca Daniele has joined Marco over sixteen years ago after he found him bleeding out after being shot by Nicolo Russo, that fucking bastard had take everything away from him including his sister Vallea Lupa and fed her head so full of bullshit almost shooting her own brother for their own fathers death. Yes he had shot him and killed him and yes he had had it coming.

Lucas began in annoyance. "I was waiting for you to come back to your senses first," Daniel replied. Daniel was the only one that dared to speak to him in that manner. They had been friends from their high school days, and when Lucas began hitting it big financially and needed maximum protection at all times, Daniel was his first chief bodyguard, before he left for the military academy. "Let us face the matter at hand before we get carried away by our differences," Daniel added. Lucas was still silent as he sped on the highway ignoring the multiple police sirens that had signaled him to stop.

And now, a stranger tells Her to wash his own car because she had leaned on it? No! Daniel was a joker. Well, Mr. Marcelo would make it up to him somehow. I was so sure he wasn't going to let me do that. "You have ten seconds to get her do the needful, Mr. Marcelo Adrian. Don't keep me waiting." Daniel spoke while flipping his wristwatch. Wait... He was ordering Mr. Marcelo? What insolence! Who raised this proud and rude man? Mr. Marcelo was said to be in his sixties and from Daniel's appearance, he was just some in his middle thirties.

He barked and I reached out to take the phone from him. Dante's hands held my waist as he continued speaking. "Dante Russo," Dante said flatly, an unexpected silence from the other end of the phone. “Is this some kind of joke? Dante Russo? I mean, I heard the press rumors, but I know it’s not going to be possible—he’s way past your league!” Luca barked, the panic and disbelief bleeding through every word. “Impossible?” Dante’s voice dropped lower, sharper, a predator closing in. “No, Luca. It’s not impossible. It’s reality. And you are now very deep in a problem you don’t even understand.”