Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

We entered the mansion and everything was so neat and beautiful. The living room was huge, a fireplace, chic sofas, a giant TV. Near the fireplace there was a man standing looking at us. It must be another Lorenzo employee, although, he doesn't seem to wear a uniform or walk like a penguin like Marcos (the bodyguard and driver). “Lara, this is my son, Daniel.” Points to the man standing by the fireplace. I was unable to express myself. I was too shocked by the news. My God! He has a son older than me! What the fuck!

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”

Name: Lucas Montevecchi De Marchi Age: 28 Birthdate: Novembre 16, 1987 Birthplace: Italy Origin: Italian Current City: Boston, Massachusetts Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Height: 6' ft. Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)

But Daniel seemed amused. “Oh come on, Luca,” he said. “She deserves to know.” Adriana looked directly at Luca. “Know what?” Luca hesitated. Daniel leaned forward. “Your mysterious boyfriend here,” he said smoothly, “used to work in private security.” Adriana frowned slightly. “That doesn’t sound very shocking.” Daniel chuckled. “That’s because you don’t know the full story.” Luca stood. “Daniel. Leave.” But Daniel wasn’t finished. “He wasn’t just security,” Daniel continued. “He was the best operative our organization ever had.”

“Boss…” “So, now, judging by these papers, I have nothing to say about anything” Domenico said, ignoring his lawyer who was forced to stop talking. The Lycan was clearly calmer than he should have been, letting me know that this was one of his plans, and whatever the reason was behind it, Carter, who was listening to the conversation from my office, was going to find it out.

The last thing that I needed was to give into my anger while drunk. “How are things going here?” I asked, noticing that despite it being evening, the place was empty. That wasn’t like the place, especially on weekends. “Not so well lately, I don’t know if you heard, but Lorenzo De Mori decided to open a club across from us. The girls are Italians, and most are seductresses by nature. I believe that some are even slaves, but there is no hundred percent guarantee to that.” I shook my head, already knowing that he would be doing something like this. There was no opening a club without having him as a challenge. To say the least, he always knew how and when to tick my buttons.

"They are Brothers right? Same mom?” "Yes, thats right. They were both taken from their mother when they were two days old. Daniel is 11 months older than Joseph" Tony says hope evident in his voice. However, I dont miss the look thats on Adrian's face. It's a mix of anger and sorrow and then realization. How can somebody show so many emotions at once? "You know Rosie, don’t you? How is she? Is she ok?" His questions throw me but I remain silent letting Tony take care of this.

I put the recording device down on the desk and pressed play. 'Daniel Larson hired the Roth gang to bring Jack Spencer to him dead or alive so he can cover up what his son tried to do for good. He didn't want any loose ends after Drake told us everything he did.' 'Daniel Larson, as in the partner at HUG Group?' 'Yes.' 'And what did Drake do?' 'He tried to sexually assault Jack Spencer to traumatize him until he's submissive.' 'And what did Daniel Larson want to do to Jack Spencer?' 'His plan was to finish the job his son couldn't.'

Earlier, he had actually felt happy watching Shaina with her sister and friend — and that feeling stuck with him more than he wanted to admit. Daniel tilted his head. “You sure it’s nothing? You look like a man thinking about a girl.” “Not every man thinks about a girl,” Lukas replied before taking a drink from the glass Marco handed him. “Sometimes, we just think about problems.” “Uh-huh. You sure? ‘Cause that glow doesn’t look like stress to me,” Daniel said with a grin. Lukas was about to put his phone down when it suddenly rang. The name flashing on the screen was all too familiar, and his jaw tightened.