Daniel Larusso X Johnny Lawrence Novels & Stories

Lisa stepped aside to let them in. “Alessandro Mancini! Get down here this instant!” the blond man shouted as Alessandro appeared. “Wow, I’m blind, not deaf, Johnny,” Alessandro said with a smirk. “Hey guys, I’m glad you could make it.” Alessandro greeted his friends. They embraced warmly. “Now will you introduce us to this beauty who opened the door?” the man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tattooed arms asked. Lisa was called forward. “Lisa, come here. This is Lisa, my wife. Lisa, these are my friends: Johnny Gravano is the blond, Kevin Salvatore has the dark brown hair, and Jake Bilotti is the one with black hair,” Alessandro introduced.

When he saw the door close behind me, he'd go. People at the firm noticed. There was some talk for a few days. When I didn't react at all, it quieted down. Daniel was the first to ask me about it. Daniel Torres. Harvard Law, thirty-six, had worked cross-border arbitration spanning three jurisdictions — the US, the UK, Singapore. One of the most senior partners at the firm. In my first week, he'd picked a fight with me in front of the whole room at a case review. He was the first real opponent I'd made here.

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."

James snarled with anger at whoever was dumb enough to interrupt them. “What?!” he barked out. A worried-looking Daniel came rushing into the room. “Sir, we have a problem. I have Rudolf Lawerence on the phone. He’s trying to break Arc Moon’s contract with us.”

A sense of annoyance spiked inside Jason at the sight of Daniel, and he fell speechless from anger, wanting to yell, but keeping his emotions down, instead glaring daggers at the lawyer. “Who are you?” Deborah finally asked, also feeling frustrated. “Good morning, I am Daniel, Daniel Anderson, the owner of ‘Dan law firm’ and Mr. Damion Briggs's legal lawyer. I have documents to prove our partnership and my legitimacy to this claim. I have been his private lawyer for twenty years now.” Daniel said as he approached the table and pulled out a chair.

Daniel fixed Marcus with cold, calculating, dangerous eyes. "Get our best legal team ready. If Adrian Lawson tries to file any petition or motion, I want us ready to counter every single one. I want every argument he makes challenged. Every claim he raises dismantled. Do you understand?" "Understood, Sir. I'll coordinate with Mr. Peterson in the legal department." "Do it now." Marcus turned to leave but his steps stopped mid-way. He stood with his back to Daniel, visibly hesitating. Daniel furrowed his brow. "What else, Marcus? Why are you still standing there?"

Lara started to run after him to hit him, but Daniel was much faster as they both made a dash behind us, running fast in circles around the fire as Lara tried to catch him to murder him. When Lara ran out of her breath, she shot him a murderous glare, “Your turn, asshat. I will see what kind of Shawn Mendes voice you have. It is your turn to get humiliated.” Daniel threw the mic in our direction, making Alessio catch it instinctively as he grinned, “Neh! I am not singing. When I recited the rules, I was talking about YOU guys. I will be the judge.” He said in a completely normal, proud way.

“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."

“If I found you and your other pet projects trust that I know who the fuck you’re working for. What does Daniel want? Sell me something Johnny. Save your balls.” “He wants your head.” Johnny screamed. “He wants your company. His drug business is expanding into the states and he’s looking for fronts. Like your friend’s bar. Like your other businesses. He’s going to make you sign it over as soon as he cripples you by taking away the things you love the most and leaving you with no other choice.”

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.”