Alex Russo Boyfriends Novels & Stories

Now that I thought of it, I remembered that Russo had not been at my wedding or on the guest list. Portia's lips were a grim line and my eyes didn’t leave the cards even as she replied. “He’s just one harmless joke, goes around making trouble and then begging your husband to get him out of it.” I was a bit surprised to hear that Alexandro King would help someone like Russo out of trouble but the tear on his lips made me wonder if Alexandro King had done that. Did he beat him up after helping him? The thought made me cringe. I pushed Alexandro King out of my thoughts.

Tall, thick dark chocolate hair brushed his forehead, Olive skin, Chiselled cheekbones sloped down to a square jaw, and sculpted lips, while deep ocean blue eyes glinted behind glasses that only heightened his appeal. Is it really him? He has changed a lot. It's obvious, It's been four years since I last saw him. He's Sebastian Russo. CEO of the Russo Group. The second powerful family of Rome. He was thirty years old. Alpha of the Crimson Shadow Pack. The girl ran into her brother's arms and hugged him tightly. She was sobbing and crying in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her frame and held her in his protective shield. “Don't worry, I'm here. Please don't do this again. This time I'm f

he asked as he was done. “So perfect that I want to eat cherries now,” She muttered. Damien laughed. She grumbled and he asked, “What’s up?” “I think Austin and Gia are dating,” Anastasia said. “Is it not good?” Damien asked. “I have no one to play with,” Anastasia said, “Adeline is busy with baby Rio and her new man Ronan. Abel is married to Regina and he has both of his hands full with a baby on the way. Austin was here but now he is busy chasing after Gia. Even Caleb went for vacations with your dad and Destiny to Europe.”

I hear him groaning and I really do feel bad but I need him right now I'll apologize later. "Mark thank God, I need your help please I know it's later but you the only person I trust right now. I'm in trouble please help me." I say I haven't even realized I was crying from relief. "Chto za chert?" Says someone with a thick accent that I know is Russian. (what the hell?)"Who is dis?" he says I contemplate dropping the call but what he knows Mark.

If I have to then I'll erase anyone who dares to look at her way. I was about to take another shot until someone held my hand.. I looked at the person irritated but eased up seeing my none other than Alexander Russo "Uncle? What are you doing here? " I asked as he took a seat beside me.. "I came here to have a man to man talk with you.. Alex Romano, I once was a young man too... So if you think I don't know what's going between you and my daughter, that'll be wrong right? " I nodded and offered him a drink.. He gladly excepted it and drank..

"I think I'm like this because of the arrival of... you know who." "Alexis," the Russian woman lifted her head, her expression changing. "Could he have known about us before? I mean, that we were here in Rome and I was married to Valentino. I never expected them to have anything to do with each other." "He wouldn't have any reason to know," she shrugged, feigning naturalness when her insides were a raging hurricane. "Alexis wouldn't gain anything from meeting us again; I don't think he even knew about our connection to the Rizzos."

---R She deleted it, but her hand shook. Russo's taunts were getting under her skin more than she wanted to admit. "What is it?" Alessandro's voice was rough with sleep. "Nothing. Just Russo being Russo." He took her phone, reading the deleted message history. His jaw tightened. "He's trying to rattle you. Don't let him." "I'm not." "Liar." But his voice was gentle. He set the phone down, pulling her back against him. "Whatever happens tomorrow, we face it together. Understood?"

“Well, for starters, I don’t hate you. You got it all wrong because we didn’t like the same things growing up.” “Yeah, and you didn’t like me.” “That’s not true.” “Okay, get to the point.” She breathed as she dug into her handbag and pulled out a picture, shoving it in front of me. “This is Sasha Ross, and you might not remember her, but she was married to our uncle, Albert Ross. She’s recently been staying in New York, and because of your trending story with Lucius, I found out she’s now married to him. Have you met her?” She asked.

I barely noticed my sister, Vanessa, until she grabbed my wrist. “Valda,” she said, her eyes wide with panic. “You need to see this.” “What now?” I asked, too exhausted to care about whatever she had to show me. She shoved her phone into my hands. And there it was. The video. The slap. Not just tonight, but the earlier one too. Both moments, captured in perfect clarity. Headlines screamed at me from the screen: “Designer Slaps Alexander MaCarro in Public—Twice!” “Valda: Violent or Passionate?”

Alexander had a bandage on his right cheek, while Ryker had one on his left cheek. “Princess, you went out and brought him another best friend. Am I not good enough for you?” Alessandro demanded, breaking the silence just as he had broken the pen in his hand. Yulia stared at Alessandro; he had an annoyed expression on his face. “Not you too.” “Where was he when I was helping you in college? He wasn't even there when you needed him the most."Alessandro muttered. “And he is a cop; I hate cops.”