Novel & Cerita Daniel Larusso Younger

CASSANDRA POV "Very clever" I chuckle sarcastically, and before he could respond, a male waiter came to our table. "Would you guys like to order now?" He asked me looking directly into my eyes but didn't once look at Alessandro. "I'll have the beef lasagna, and my wife would like spaghetti," Alessandro intervened, and the waiter wrote our orders down and walked away. "You don't have to be so rude," I said to him. "He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you," He stated, and I rolled my eyes; I then spread my legs under the table so my pussy was on display and put my hand under the table, circling my clit.

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.

That was how old men like Vito admitted defeat. I signed where I needed to sign and sent the papers back. A year after I left Chicago, a DeLuca attorney arrived in Oslo with a sealed envelope, a revised will, and a letter in Adrian’s handwriting. I almost refused to take it. Then I saw the way the attorney held the documents, and I understood this was no last attempt to pull me into another conversation. This was an ending. The letter was short. Evelyn, By the time this reaches you, I will already be gone.

Diego said, choosing to hide her identity from his mother. “Is she his new woman? The girl looks old enough to be his daughter’s age.” She said, looking disgusted. “I think that you know Cosimo well enough to know that as long as he finds her good looking; the last thing he is going to care about is her age.” Mario was the one who chose to speak this time. Luna Claudia nodded in response and she shook her head, snapping herself out of whatever she was thinking.

“You don't have a say. It is for your own good.” "Yes." Darius' hand raised, and a young fighter emerged—a tall youth, barely eighteen, but broad-shouldered and dripping confidence. "This is Oliver," Darius announced. "One of my youngest. He'll spar with you." Wayne stiffened. "He's a child." “I'm sure you're only one year older than him,” Darius said, chuckling. Oliver smiled. “Don't worry. I'm old enough to break your bones." The others laughed, and Wayne frowned. His pride seared hot, and he set his shoulders to glare at Darius. "You want me to humiliate myself?"

He said typing something on his phone and when Jessica didn’t answer, he looked at her tearing his eyes away from the screen and found her glaring at him. “What?” He asked confused as though why both Rylie and Jessica were glaring at him. Jessica smiled. “Nothing!” She said and walked back into the kitchen and Rylie was disheartened. *** Daniel got admission to the prestigious college and Rony was impressed with his excellence. In just a few weeks, he became the quarterback of the football team yet he didn’t lose focus on his studies. Either Rony and Rose was finding him studying or working on his passion for kickboxing. “If Luke gets to see his marks. He’ll definitely make him the next CEO.

He gives Dash a knowing look but doesn't say anything further. A young man of no more than 22 years of age arrives at the table and proceeds to seat in the empty seat beside Lenny. She recognizes him as the last Behrt-Lehman boy. They all look unmistakably similar with firm cheekbones and hollow cheeks but, they have a few distinct features. Dustin, the youngest of them, has a lighter shade of black hair and it’s in a much curlier texture, his eyes are a bit lighter as well. Darius’ hair is cut very low and accompanied by a pair of surly, brown eyes and a trim beard. But, it is Dash that took the darker end of everything. His hair is completely jet black, his eyes such a dark shade of brown

1:47 PM on Thursday, February 14, 2026, in a private room at Daniel's Restaurant Daniel had closed his restaurant to everyone except the tiny group who were there for the wedding. Twenty people. Family and closest friends. Champagne. An incredible lunch. Toasts. Leon stood first. "To my son. Who I've watched grow from an arrogant boy into a remarkable man. Mostly thanks to Zara." He raised his glass to her. "Welcome to the family, daughter. Officially. Legally. Permanently." "To Marcus and Zara!" everyone echoed. Lorraine went next. "To my daughter.

I turn, half-annoyed, half-curious. And there he is. Daniel. Carlos’ older brother. Leaning against a stone pillar like he’s been part of the night itself, hidden in the shadows. He always has this aura. There are rumours that he’s in the mafia. I wouldn’t be surprised. He has a cigarette in between his fingers. Slowly, he takes a drag. “Didn’t mean to interrupt your... brooding,” he says in a teasing tone. I sniffle and wipe my cheek. “You didn’t.”

Her eyes landed on the figure standing quietly by the window—tall, muscular, wearing an expression that balanced alertness and nonchalance perfectly. “And who is this?” she asked, raising an eyebrow as she removed her glasses, letting her eyes meet the man’s directly. Lucas’s smirk widened. “Meet Daniel—our front man.” Aria tilted her head. “Front man?” she echoed, her tone a mixture of curiosity and caution. “Yes, ma’am,” Lucas said. “Daniel is the one representing us. Everything Damian thinks he knows, everything he believes about what’s happening—it will come through Daniel. He’s the perfect decoy, and he’s going to make sure our plan moves exactly as intended.”