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.

Daniel said, trying to recover from laughing at Luca. He didn't seem scared of Luca at all. "Is there a reason why you would say that?" Luca asked, keeping the face. "Well yes, she seems like someone who would need such advice. Considering the kind of person you are, Mr De Rossi." Daniel replied, eyes straight at Luca. Luca maintained his face and position and there was a bit of silence for a while but then Daniel continued, still facing Luca: "You will pay for every crime you've committed, Luca De Rossi. I swear in the name of all the lives you've ruined."

“What kind of people?” Daniel hesitated. “Enemies. The kind who used to hate each other more than they hated us. Now they’ve got something in common. You.” A slow breath left my lungs. “Names?” “Luka from the Eastside crew. That ex-cop who runs guns out of Carson. Even Juno, the girl who tried to put a bullet in your head two years back and some others that I can’t name” He said with a sigh as he walked close to me who had already walked away for a little bit.

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.'

Marco reloaded beside her. “I think they’re pulling back.” Luca nodded. “DeLuca lost too many men.” But then Marco froze. “Elena…” She followed his gaze. Daniel was walking toward them through the smoke. Shotgun in his hands. A twisted smile on his face. “You know,” Daniel said calmly, “this night got out of control.” Marco lifted his gun. “Stop right there.” Daniel ignored him. His eyes were locked only on Elena. “I should’ve killed you two years ago.”

Lukas said, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet, cavernous loft. From the dark corner near the structural pillars, Daniel stepped forward. He wore a heavy tactical harness, his movements unhurried and silent. He walked up behind Lukas’s chair, resting a massive, calloused hand on his shoulder. His pale eyes scanned the glowing lines of asset distribution, supply chains, and offshore liquid pools. "No face," Daniel confirmed, his voice a low, gravelly hum. "No photo in the financial press."

"My name is Daniel Voss." Lucas's expression remained unchanged. So this was the man. Daniel opened the door. "I'd like to speak with you." Lucas glanced at him. "About what?" "Business." Lucas smiled faintly. "What business could you possibly have with me?" Daniel studied him carefully. "That is exactly what I would like to find out." For a moment, neither man spoke. Then Daniel stepped out of the vehicle. "I know about Sterling Horizon." Lucas's expression remained calm. Daniel continued.

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)

“Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, kind of old... well, your age.” “And was he a total dick?” Elias nodded, “Yeah.” I gave Ella a heavy glance before closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. “Do you know who it is?” Cato asked, stepping forward, “Dad?” I slammed the champagne bottle on the table. “Luciano fucking Megestanis.” “Luciano? The guy who-” Cato began, his eyes flickering to Ella. “Yes, that guy.” The guy who molested Ella, raped a poor human woman, assisted Andrea Martinez, and somehow broke free from my prison. To list a few.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it