Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

He tells me, extending his hand towards me. "It is a pleasure, sir." I say, shaking his hand. "Please, call me Daniel." He gives me a casual smile and then he shifts his gaze towards his brother, signaling him to continue. "She came to write a statement against an asshole who attempted to rape her, someone Luther East..." "Luther West." I correct him, biting back a giggle. "East, West or whatever his name is..." "Aha?" Daniel prods. "Your officers arrested him but apparently, he was set free a few minutes ago."

, I said whilst loosening his grip around my arm and turned to leave "His name is Daniel Woods", he said just when I was about to ascend up the stairs, making me stop in my tracks and turn to look at him "We were roommates in collage, but then we had this huge fallout in our last year and that made us not to see eye to eye since then. Daniel is a ruthless drug lord, and he uses his logistics company as a front to launder his money". "What was your fall out about?", I found myself asking cause this conversation sparked some interest in me

His thick fingers lightly traced the silver-tipped hair at the nape of the boy's neck, feeling the dense, powerful muscle structure beneath the skin. "You're not shaking," Lukas observed quietly, his voice a soft hum in the quiet loft. He looked up, meeting Daniel’s intense, unblinking gaze. "Why would I be?" Daniel rumbled, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that always anchored Lukas’s soul. "I spent twelve years in concrete cages watching men tear themselves apart to survive. I know what a true predator looks like when it's born." Daniel shifted his hand, resting his palm flat over Lukas’s chest, feeling the frantic, brilliant intelligence firing behind Lukas’s ribs.

“Who is he?” Daniel exhaled slowly. “Caruso is well-known in certain circles. He’s not officially listed as the head of anything, but law enforcement files link him to several organized crime groups operating across the UK and parts of Eastern Europe.” “Arms distribution, loan sharking, contract violence, and several suspected homicides,” Daniel continued. “Nothing ever stuck in court. But investigators have been watching him for years.” I stared out the window. “And Julian met with him?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied.

“They should understand that not every band is worth the fame in Brooklyn, Fame should be earned by real hard work and integrity.” Before Jordan could respond, the door burst open. And there he was. Luca Moretti. Up close, he was taller than Daniel expected. His brown hair was skillfully unkempt, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his piercing grey eyes were breathtaking, and his athletic structure was quite commanding. A designer coat was slung over one shoulder, and his smile was blinding—but Daniel didn't miss the bruise on his knuckles, the fresh cut along his jaw. "Daniel Reyes," Luca said, voice smooth as whiskey. "Finally."

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

It was an attempt to keep his focus off what Marissa was now doing with her tongue in the bottle she was holding, he had never had the urge to push it down her throat this badly before. “You’re riding dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his Haagen Dazs. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picked up a beer, mock threw his hair back like a woman, and fluttered his eyelashes.