Novel & Cerita Daniel Larusso Younger

" Daniel I know that your father uses where to get his message across and I know that he's not want to be crossed. I've never double-crossed you or him or anyone else within the Luca family . The only thing I've done with the Massa family was negotiate with Cleo and then again she's half Massa and half Luca . " " He is also my half-brother so you are not mixing with the enemy in any way but you should make things clear to Maxwell because he wouldn't want to hear what I'm about to tell you from me. " " I saw that you didn't want to tell me something in front of Fabio. " Daniel had made chicken and mushroom risotto and he had opened a bottle of non-alcoholic white wine .

It was an attempt to keep his focus off what Marissa was now doing with her tongue in the bottle she was holding, he had never had the urge to push it down her throat this badly before. “You’re riding dangerously close to a Hunter free existence. Then we’ll see which dude is crying into his Haagen Dazs. We all know that Mr. Smooth Carrero has the biggest man crush on me.” Daniel picked up a beer, mock threw his hair back like a woman, and fluttered his eyelashes.

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.

Reported Darius to Quirino’s father. # # # “Let's see what your brother is doing now!?” Lucas Wyatt slammed the cellphone in his hand with overflowing anger. He is a man in his early 60’s with some of his hair already white, but his body is still well-built, implying that old age does not affect many changes in his physique. His eyes showed fury as he stared at his eldest son who had just returned after a long absence due to work. “He already dared to challenge me like you did!!!” Lucas shouted right in front of Daniel.

"Tonight, the Schmidt name is written into you so deep you'll never be able to wash it off." Luca stepped into the inner circle, standing closer to me than the others. He looked at Daniel, a silent challenge in his eyes, before looking back at me. He was the youngest, and he was hungry to prove he belonged in this circle of power. "I think she's tired of talking," Luca said, his voice dropping an octave. Daniel’s eyes narrowed at Luca, a flash of fatherly dominance sparking in the air, but he didn't stop him. Instead, he looked back at me.

“Let us go to clubbing tomorrow starts at 7, all must be there especially to Daniel. Don’t late and don’t miss the bonding.” “Daniel is always two hours early, so he won’t” Pauleen replied. “Oh, yah. I forgot. Daniel be there okay? Gardo will also there.” Ricko chatted. Gardo is also a friend of ours; he is a marine who recently returned to the Philippines.

And now, a stranger tells Her to wash his own car because she had leaned on it? No! Daniel was a joker. Well, Mr. Marcelo would make it up to him somehow. I was so sure he wasn't going to let me do that. "You have ten seconds to get her do the needful, Mr. Marcelo Adrian. Don't keep me waiting." Daniel spoke while flipping his wristwatch. Wait... He was ordering Mr. Marcelo? What insolence! Who raised this proud and rude man? Mr. Marcelo was said to be in his sixties and from Daniel's appearance, he was just some in his middle thirties.

“I was trying to protect you. And I still am! I have to remind you of what is in stake, of what you’ve been fighting because you, Marcellus, seem to be forgetting everything that you have learned!” “You drove me to the edge of something I have controlled my entire life, to something that I fucking promised myself that I was never going to become.” I said, my voice darkening. “Last night, because of you, I nearly slaughtered a family. Innocents. A mother and her children. I looked the man dead in the eye, almost killed him without remorse before telling him that I was going to take on his wife and little ones next!” Her lips parted slightly. “I didn’t expect things to escalate to that.”

The first is Marcus Victor’s business partner, 29, sharp suit, sharper smile, the one who once told Daniel at a family dinner that Elara had “potential.” The second is Julian, a venture capitalist who funds half the startups Daniel interns for, late 20s, tattoos peeking from his cuffs, eyes already dark with hunger, the third is Theo, younger, 26, tech prodigy, Daniel’s former roommate before he moved in with Elara. Theo still texts Daniel memes. Theo still calls her “bro” when he’s drunk. They know her, they know Daniel and now they’re here to watch. Victor doesn’t introduce them.

Eros Two men sit across from me in my office. Ciro Nasato and Lucca Verga both wear crisp, decent black suits, their hair slicked back, rings on their fingers, watches gleaming as if recently cleaned. Ciro's the older of the two, heavier than Lucca, with dark bags under his eyes. Lucca's in his early twenties, athletic and muscular, a good-looking young man, but an ugly red wound that'll turn into a nasty scar through his cheek and ear tells me a lot about what these men have gone through in the last few weeks.