Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

Daniel commented with a smirk, “can’t keep it in your pants, can you?” I bit my lip and moved my eyes away. Daniel thinks I am very innocent. I wanted to laugh out loud but controlled myself. But Lara on the other hand, shot up and gritted, “What does it even have to do with you? You are definitely not the one we were looking at, monkey face.” “Sure. I totally believe that.” Daniel cocked his head to the side, his abs muscles flexing. Alessio grabbed me by my waist, hoisted me up at once and brought me down on the ground to stand right in front of himself.

Daniel said, rolling his eyes as the large man in front of him turned up his nose. “No time for pleasantries,” he said. “What do you want?” “I'm planning a counterattack on Alpha Theo, who is the mafia leader of the Black Lotus organization, and I need your help to kill him,” Daniel said firmly. “I understand,” the man replied with a calm expression. “What is your relationship with Theo?” “He and I are cousins. I have plans to take Damelza off his hands,” Daniel said in an earnest tone. “Hmm, I see that you really want to have her,” she said in a low voice, smiling grimly.

“I may have my conflicts with you, but I am well aware that you do not seek trouble by that. As for the bastard, I am well aware that it is all he seeks. Now, I think that you should head to the club to see your father-in-law. The two of us can discuss details later.” “Details?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I doubt that you’re planning on sharing your grounds with anyone else.” He said, and I frowned. “Marcus claims that he is Capo dei Capi here in New York City…”

Alpha Darren loosened his tie and suddenly filled his glass with beer, then he raised his glass high, “why don't we have a bet to prove who is the strongest drinker here?” Diana growled, she really wanted to kick Alpha Darren out of the restaurant because he was so annoying! He was spoiling the atmosphere! The team of secretaries clapped and laughed careerwise to break the ice. But tonight's prime suspect stepped up, “I'll bet with you, Alpha Darren!” said Leon excitedly. He also filled his glass with beer. “But what's the prize if I win?” Too late, there was nothing to stop the reckless junior Leon. “That will be determined once there's a winner,” said Alpha Darren.

I stayed behind the glass. “Your name,” Lucas demanded, sitting across from him. He hesitated. Lucas slammed his palm on the table. “Your name young man!” “D–Daniel,” he stammered. “Daniel Wood.” “Where do you live?” “Brooklyn,” he said fast. “New York.” Lucas leaned forward. “Who sent you?” Silence. Lucas nodded once and signaled to the officer beside him. The chair scraped as the man stiffened. “Who,” Lucas repeated slowly, “sent you to harm Miss Kiara?”

Lucas practically bolted from the room, leaving me alone with the burning anger simmering in my veins. Daniel. I should’ve known that piece of shit would find a way back into her life. If that bastard thought he had even the slightest chance of getting her back, he was dead wrong. I’d bury him before I let him have her. My phone buzzed and I glanced at it, gritting my teeth when I saw a news alert about the interview. The headline made my blood boil: “Benevolent Don or Deceitful Devil? The Double Life of Dante Romano.”

Everyone is watching, curious about the commotion, even I myself is curious as hell too, but the only thing that's on my mind is to save my boss from becoming a criminal. "No. Mr. Steele..." "I said, let me go." He said once more trying to escape from my grasp and I was struggling so bad to keep him locked up between my tiny little arms. Dylan is now back on his feet but he's not moving yet. He could not even stand properly. Cyrus must have punched him pretty hard. He glared at Cyrus, not scared at all. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?!" He shouted, his nose bleeding from the damage he got. Even his lips are cut badly.

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?”

“You are not strong enough for this now.” Lucas gave him a cold look. “You do not get to decide how much truth I can survive.” A silence fell between them. Then Adrian said, “There was a man named Daniel Voss.” Lucas’s mouth went dry. The name landed inside him like a stone dropped into deep water. “Voss,” he whispered. Adrian nodded once. “He worked in legal investigations. Years ago, he found records that could damage men who were building businesses across Varna City.”