Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

Daniel replied to him, "I believe she is connected to the mafia, the lady took me down easily the last time and does not even fear a gun to her face. She is not a regular woman and I think she is not with Luca. He had to drug her the other time. I think the two are in conflict. I can keep an eye on him if you want " Mayor Perez chuckled and rest his back on the limo," Only one who seeks death would stalk Luca Antonio, he knows you reported his activity to me last night " " What? " " He is one of the notorious underbosses in the mafia crime network of Italy, do you expect less? Luca doesn't want me to research the connection between the woman and him. Instead, he executed the 'black pill' ope

"If there’s dirt on DeLuca, I’ll find it." Ancelotti hung up and turned to Caroline. "That’s step one. Now, we need witnesses." Caroline exhaled sharply. "That won’t be easy. Everyone who works for DeLuca is either too afraid or too loyal to talk." Ancelotti smirked. "Not everyone. There’s someone who wants revenge." Caroline frowned. "Who?" "Daniel Costa," Ancelotti said. "He used to be DeLuca’s right-hand man until he got betrayed. Word is, he barely escaped with his life. If anyone is willing to talk, it’s him."

“Daniel Richards, you’re under arrest for conspiracy, money laundering, illegal arms dealing, and human trafficking.” Daniel’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the officers surrounding him, their weapons drawn and ready. He looked from Lena to Jessica and back, a sneer spreading across his face. “This isn’t over,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “You think you’ve won? You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

"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.

“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.

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.

“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."

He barked and I reached out to take the phone from him. Dante's hands held my waist as he continued speaking. "Dante Russo," Dante said flatly, an unexpected silence from the other end of the phone. “Is this some kind of joke? Dante Russo? I mean, I heard the press rumors, but I know it’s not going to be possible—he’s way past your league!” Luca barked, the panic and disbelief bleeding through every word. “Impossible?” Dante’s voice dropped lower, sharper, a predator closing in. “No, Luca. It’s not impossible. It’s reality. And you are now very deep in a problem you don’t even understand.”

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.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.