Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

Noah murmured. “I don’t know any Daniel,” Daniel said, with deep conviction. “I am Giuseppe.” “There’s no one else in the park.” “That’s what makes it a good cover.” He leaned closer and lowered his voice. “Nobody’s come near me. I’ve been here since five and I’ve sold zero nuts. This is the most successful covert operation of my life.” Samuel stared up at him. “Uncle Daniel, why do you have a mustache?” “I’m Giuseppe, little man.”

I should have known it wasn't going to last. "Mrs. Carusso," one of the older board members said as he put his pen down slowly. It was Reeves, who had been on the board since before I was born, and I was willing to bet that he answered to Lucas Valmoria more often than he answered to me. "Forgive my curiosity, but the timeline of your relationship with Arian has been quite fascinating. May I ask how you two met?" There was a lilt of a blade in his voice.

"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."

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.

The man standing in front of Jessica was tall. But he was fat and jowly. His chin even seemed to be stuck in the collar of his shirt, which made him look a bit comical. The man was obviously excited. He did not expect to meet Jessica here. "I'm Daniel Lord. We met at a wine party before. I remember you. Do you remember me?" The man leaned his fat face forward with enthusiasm. Jessica dodged him in a hurry. The waiter served the food. Daniel did not even glance at the food. He fixed his gaze on Jessica’s face and impatiently waved his hand at the waiter.

But it was one shot that Daniel could not afford Logan Summers to make. No way was he going to go down wearing just an Armani suit and in some lousy apartment. He was Daniel Winters, the CEO of Winters Architectures for goodness sake! If he had to die, he would die in style and not from a gunshot wound by some lowlife bastard.

“The bastard even refused me entry to my own daughter’s funeral and kept you as far away from me as he could.” I stared down at the plates, wondering how my life might have been different. “I wish you could have gotten to me. Those years were hell.” His gaze locked onto me, his brow furrowed. “I tried. I lost over a dozen men trying, half of them to the man lying in this house.” My eyes widened. “Domenico?” He nodded. “He was younger then, still working his way up. The anger in him…there is good reason they call him la Bestia, mia bella.”

) thought by Carlo. With a powerful serve(words) coming from Carlo to him, Daniel just shut up his mouth for being useless as he knew it to himself. *******************

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."

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."