Daniel Larusso Younger Novels & Stories

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.”

Oh fuck okay maybe I'm going about this the wrong way "Daniel I'm not-" I start but he cuts me off "Put it on loud speaker Nina" he demands and I do exactly just that. Fuck I hate it when Daniel's mad at me "Daniel man look I'm not fucking your girl," Dario says making Daniel click his teeth looking away "Nina tell him before this gets out of hand it's too early for war over some piece of ass," Dario says and I roll my eyes at his statement

His heart was broken once and it would never be able to repair, ever. "Pair up!" He roared as all the trainees busied looking for the partners and within a few minutes, they were sparring. His eyes met Luca who stalked towards him. "You defense," Rasmus grumbled as Luca slightly crouched in a defensive position and Rasmus charged at him, attacking. They both were panting after ten minutes of intense sparring. Luca had a serious road rash on his left arm and shoulder. Blood oozing out of the slit on his eyebrow. His flesh slowly knit together.

) thought by Carlo. With a powerful serve(words) coming from Carlo to him, Daniel just shut up his mouth for being useless as he knew it to himself. *******************

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.

“Luca Marino?” I leaned back in my chair. “Daniel Alvarado.” Daniel Alvarado was the eldest son. The one actually running things while his father played king and his brother behaved foolishly. “You called,” Daniel said. “I assume it’s about my brother?” I didn’t waste time. “I want the boy.” He stayed silent for a moment, then he laughed again. “Do you?” I tried to make myself relax. They wouldn't kill the boy, I told myself. They wouldn't dare. “I know what you’re thinking. I know you want the boy, but he's only a child. Give him to me. He needs his mother.”

He did not respond immediately, but reached for his pocket to tuck away his phone. “You will be working on something for me, Elara.” His voice was smooth and silky as he pulled out something else from his pocket. “I'm sure you must have settled down by now in a new place.” I bowed my head, not replying to him. Then, I nodded. “Yes sir, I have.” “The contract with Daniel Russo did not go through,” He started. “I believe he was your client two years ago.” He looked at me again, pulling out a small pocketbook from his pocket and stretching it towards me.

Some envious, some amazed, some challenging eyes thrilled Daniel's mind, exhilarated his senses while Miliani tried her best to hide her hesitant frame behind his tall stature. Lorenzo Romano was high on cocaine, desperately trying to steady his nerves as he was about to witness something so bizarre in his six decades of existence within the empire. A mere twenty-six year old lad taking over a position rivaling if not surpassing, that of the capo himself.

"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."

Marco reloaded beside her. “I think they’re pulling back.” Luca nodded. “DeLuca lost too many men.” But then Marco froze. “Elena…” She followed his gaze. Daniel was walking toward them through the smoke. Shotgun in his hands. A twisted smile on his face. “You know,” Daniel said calmly, “this night got out of control.” Marco lifted his gun. “Stop right there.” Daniel ignored him. His eyes were locked only on Elena. “I should’ve killed you two years ago.”