Dante Russo Novels & Stories

Fred and his human mate Jane have been working things out smoothly, and I know he has also been telling her things about us little by little. Alessia still hasn’t found her mate and I do feel bad for her at times, but all she did was shrug it off and say she will get her mate when the time comes. My relationship with Dante has been the best and I couldn’t ask the goddess for anyone else, Dante has been one of the greatest treasures of my life and I don’t wish to lose him. We had a small but romantic wedding last month, and I’m now officially Mrs Dante, well, I was that before, but this time it was official.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

I just shook my head and then I screamed, especially when they sprinkled water while people on the dance floor got wet. My hips went wilder when Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie played. With the remix of Boyfriend by Arianna Grande. I close my eyes and dance. Someone touched my waist, and when I opened my eyes, it was Christ Nielson’s face that almost kissed me, and didn’t want to let go of my waist. “Athanasia, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.” I immediately pulled away and avoided him; he was a good friend of mine. Del Russo is connected to the Mafia Organization since my father is a good friend of Avenson.

The past haunted most people. But not her. For Elizabeth Russo, previously Dante, the past was a trophy shelf of victories. A collection of scars she inflicted, not endured. Because what had she ever truly loved in her entire twisted life? Chaos. Destruction. And the intoxicating thrill of winning. “For years,” she began, her voice soft yet sharp like the stroke of a dagger, “I infiltrated the Dante family and fooled Ronald Dante. I started as a maid, washing their dirty plates, sweeping their marble floors... but look at me now.” A dark smirk twisted her lips. “Foolish man. He couldn’t sense it. And by the time he did…”

She was lucky they weren’t running down to the other coffee shop because of the bad wifi they had. “You motherfucker! Fuckkk” Roman gritted as he fired, trying his best not to yell “You realized that you murdered my mother and my brother!” he yelled, the waitress took a sharp glance at them again

The two women talked a lot about Dante and Madonna was happy about that because she now felt closer to Dante. Meanwhile, Dante was busy at work with his board members. His absence for almost three months has given some people leverage. Dante Russo is known to the public as the CEO of the estate company, Russo's Homes and Properties. While is known as the youngest CEO legally, only a selected few know him as the youngest Mafia Boss in Italy. His board members knew their Boss/CEO, disappeared without a word, and only to come back married to the daughter of their greatest enemy. "So, tell us how you ignored us and went to dine with the enemy." Marcus Russo asked

The car came to a stop in front of the mansion door, and just as I expected, he stood in front of me with a cold smile on his face. “Diego, son, how are you feeling?” He asked, noticing that I walked out of the car first. However, I knew that his eyes and attention were not on me. The door opened, revealing Lea, and that was when the man’s eyes narrowed before he looked at me. And for a second, I could swear that I saw both fear and hesitation in his expression. “Lea Auditore…?” “Hello, Alpha Cosimo.” She said, walking toward him. “It’s been a while since we’ve met…”

He did not seem to be joking and Camilla looked horrified at this. “As much as I appreciate that very gruesome description. Nathan has mentioned it will be a hassle if she is discovered.” “But she would not be discovered” Dante sighed. He approached Leila and squatted until they were on eye level. “Hi Leila, you must have heard about me. I am Dante Russo of Italy” Leila’s eyes flickered with recognition but she said nothing. “I know my brother in law really abhors violence but I do not. They all want to keep you alive but I say we kill you so this never repeats itself.”

"A girl dressed like this is looking for a sponsor. Let’s see what’s under this–” Before Marcus could finish, a massive, scarred hand clamped around his wrist. A loud crunch echoed over the music as his bone cracked. Marcus let out a high-pitched shriek, his grip leaving from my skin as he was forced down to his knees. "You're making a mess of my tile, Marcus," a deep growl came. Dante. He stood over us, his tailored suit immaculate, but his grey eyes flashing with an unhinged fury. Two security guards stood behind him, their hands resting on their holstered firearms. Dante was the exiled son of the Marchetti empire, yet he commanded his territory within the Famiglia.