Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

His eyes flick past Matteo—straight to me on the bed. He smiles. Small. Sharp. “Name’s Dario. I work for Rossi’s old crew. The ones who didn’t like how the truce ended.” He shrugs, casual. “Vittorio’s gone. Someone’s gotta clean up the mess he left. Starting with his daughter.” My stomach twists, but not from fear. From heat. From the way his gaze drags over my body—over the collar, the bite marks on my tits, the cum painted across my stomach like war paint.

“All I have to do is put the blame on Alessandro, and you know how ruthless the assassins are.” “You really are a devious man, aren’t you?” Daniella asked, and Alessio chuckled as he entered the restaurant. The fact that he was waiting for the rejection was something that I knew, but the one difference between the two of us was that I did not intend to give up simply because I was rejected once or twice. I knew to reach my target when I needed to, and I knew the methods that not even he or his father knew. But I was going to leave them with that victorious sense that both were most likely feeling right now. It kept them busy, and the busier they were, the less of a headache I got.

he muttered and slipped the phone into his pocket. I reached for another item. A folded membership card. I slid it across the desk. "Your new name is Daniel Cross." CiCi picked it up and examined it. "Daniel Cross?" "Yes." "Who is Daniel Cross?" "You are." He tilted his head. "Where is he from?" "Manchester." "What does he do?" "Imports wine." Cici looked offended. "Do I look like I import wine?" "No." "Then why wine?" "Because nobody asks too many questions about a man who spends his money drinking."

Cosimo: “You are delaying things to your own benefit, and with each passing day, with each passing minute, they are growing stronger. It is not something that we want, Cosimo.” My elder, Jasperrando del Mariucci said, glaring at me. I had to force myself to calm down, reminding myself that he was not only my elder, but that he was in charge of most of the funding that came to us. “What is it that is forcing you to keep that woman alive? Huh? Why are you so scared of killing her like you’ve done for both her mother and father?”

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

Her eyes weren't teary but she would burst into tears at any slight of provocation. Maximo Santino was there but he stand out. Why? Because he's the Boss. Because he's the peak, because he's the Sky, because he's the lifeline of masses. The Italian Mafia Boss himself. He was dressed in his normal dressing code. A White shirt and a Black pant trouser. A complete suit but he never button up the shirt. The tops button was left undone to reveal his solid chest and makes him more sexier. He was smoking his cigar gingerly but passed it to Marco who stood behind him as Iris Drew nearer. He's breathtakingly beautiful and elegant. Captivating and alluring. As Iris drew nearer to him, she couldn't hel

At any given minor inconvenience, Daniel would finish off the whole ecosystem of the Romanos one day, he needed not to be bothered by those little birds. When Daniel looked up from the stack of papers containing the agreements of business, he found Lorenzo motioning a busty blonde who had just appeared near the entrance. She jiggled her way to Lorenzo with her thottish walk and then, put her one foot on the front table opposite where Daniel was sitting. Lorenzo lifted the cloth of her short skirt and gave a kiss on her inner thigh, releasing a plume of smoke from his thick cigar. "Prenditi cura di quell'uomo. È un lupo affamato." He ordered, smacking her butt lightly with a mischievous smirk

“I run gyms up and down the East Coast.” “Good for you,” Evelyn deadpanned. “Still trespassing.” Another car door shut. This time it was a taller figure with leaner muscle, dark-rimmed glasses, and a hoodie that said CODE OVER CHAOS. He adjusted his watch and kept his distance, clearly more reserved. “Let me guess,” she muttered. “You design websites?” “Apps,” the man said with a subtle nod. “Luca Romano.” Evelyn’s brows arched. “Triplets. Of course. Like I didn’t already have enough headaches.”

Are you sure you don't want in? "Luca, put some clothes on," Daniel barked from the doorway, voice gravel-rough. I whipped around, a mistake I should have avoided. Daniel was stripping too, shirt off, revealing that broad, hairy chest, and slacks dropping to unleash his monster cock. Thicker than Luca's, the veined beast curving up, heavy balls swaying as he strode naked to the pool. Salt-and-pepper pubes trimmed neat, abs faded but powerful from years of control.

The crowd cheered louder. “But unlike her he paused…we are not afraid to finish the job.”Everlyn muted the video.The room went silent.Jesse looked at Marcus.“Who is he?”Marcus checked the screen.“Daniel Vale.”Everlyn frowned.“I’ve heard that name.”Marcus nodded.“He used to be a community organizer.“Now he’s becoming something else.Jesse crossed his arms.“He’s using you.”Everlyn looked back at the frozen image on the screen.“Yes.”Marcus took the tablet back.“He’s growing fast.”“How fast?” Jesse asked.Marcus hesitated.“Too fast.”He pulled up more footage.