Alex Russo Boyfriends Novels & Stories

Julian: You are always joking around this foolish man, okay come off it I'm fucking serious. Antonio Russo: The boss, the boss, my bastard man, the most feared nigha. Okay spill it out what's the issue, hope everything is okay with you. Nobody can touch you and go scout free when Boyz are still living. I smiled reading the message. I really can't spill everything to Antonio now, Antonio Russo is my childhood friend, we are best of friends that people almost mistake is as brothers We share almost everything, and women. But I couldn't share Maria with him because I deeply love her but I was so foolish not to protect her

In bold letters, the title read: VICTOR RUSSO, CEO AND BUSINESS TYCOON, NOW ENGAGED TO MILLIONAIRE HEIRESS, LILY MARINO! My blood instantly ran cold as my spine stiffened. MY engagement?! To Lily?! What the hell was this?!

Another text, this one from an unknown number: "Do not worry for your brother, Alessia. We will watch over him. Sleep well." Alessia stared at the message for a long moment before turning off her phone. As she lay in the darkness, listening to the distant sounds of the city, she couldn't help but wonder what she had gotten herself into. But there was no going back now. For better or worse, her fate was sealed. The die was cast. The game was set. And Alessia Russo, respected ER doctor, was now irreversibly entwined with the dangerous world of the Russian Bratva.

“Wrong answer I mumble dropping his wrist and flicking off an invisible piece of lint off my suit before casually walking away and heading back towards the stairs. Elena Roman Russo is here right now and he just broke a man's wrist in front of me and then casually walked away. What the hell is going on, …..

The woman who held Emily said "Christina!" Richard said "What she's probably another gold digger like Kristen said," Christina said "She's a Russo and has more money than me and if you don't respect my future wife get the fuck off my property," Alex said climbing out of the car. "Wait she's a Russo?!" They all yelled "Yes I am," I said reminding them I'm right here "Well, brother you had fallen far. What if Allison comes back?" Kristen asked "She won't. We saw her in New York. She's happier without us," Alex said

And, yes just after I said that he sat up straight, and he looked at me curiously before he realized his abrupt reactions. "Who is Alexander?" He frowned, now looking at me intently with eyes burning with curiosity. "He's just Alexander Russo. A dashing Italian billionaire, who owns chains of bars and restaurants," I chanted with an overly sweet tone. I sounded a bit giddy to make it even more believable, but still watching him closely. His hands are clenched, but his expressions are emotionless.

He growled and slammed the phone on the table. Dante Russo was not like his brother; he wasn’t a lover boy and he had no plans to be. Being soft had killed his brother Alexander and where his brother had stopped in their revenge against the Rodrigues family, he was going to continue and make sure to finish. The death of his brother had left him relieved; they hadn’t had any personal relationship seeing as he was the bastard son of their father and his mother had been some maid who just had the misfortune of catching the fancy of the elderly Russo and so when his mother was pregnant with him, she had been sent away but was provided with everything they ever needed.

I wouldn’t be searching for a cure if she didn’t make me a toy to vent her anger upon, making me a walking devil without a soul. “Romeo, the attacker of that girl, he’s the older son of the Russo family and elder brother of Dario, Aurelio Russo,” Luca said, looking at me through the rear mirror. The information quite surprised me as I didn’t know he had any brothers. I thought he was the single child of his family. “He had an elder brother? How come we didn’t know that?” I asked, frowning a little. Those people haven’t done anything yet, it does not mean that they are not going to do anything in the near future.

I grabbed it, my stomach sinking as I saw the notifications flooding the screen. Texts from my publicist, my assistant, my father. Missed calls from numbers I didn't recognize. And then I saw them. The photos. Me and Alex, locked in a passionate embrace on the balcony. His hands on my ass, my fingers tangled in his hair. Our mouths fused together like we were trying to devour each other whole. The headlines screamed up at me: "Billion-Dollar Makeout!" "Alex Russo Caught Cheating with Mystery Woman!" "Who Is Ava Silver? 5 Things to Know About Alex Russo's New Fiancée!"