Dante Russo Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

As his grandfather, of course, he was worried. Dante smiled slightly. “Sorry, I forgot. Merry Christmas, Grandpa.” “I heard the police arrested you,” Roberto said. Dante nodded. “Don’t worry. Alex solved the problem. It’s just a pity that I couldn’t catch my enemy.” Roberto was silent. A moment later, he asked, “What have you discovered about your enemy?” “He is Nicolo De Luca. You should have heard of him,” Dante said. “Are you sure?” Roberto asked doubtfully. He suddenly felt a certain apprehension.

Russo, clad in a black Armani suit and looking like the Italian God that he was. "Sir, I am an hour early." I squeaked out, sounding like a parrot. He raised a brow. "I thought I made sure that you will be calling me Dante." He straightened from where he leaned against my desk. "Do I need to reinforce?" "W-what?" I stammered, taking a step back as he took one forward. "Do you need a reminder of the number of times you screamed my name, Fiona?" Mr. Russo asked, taking another step forward. And I took another step back.

His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet. “My King,” he bowed slightly, then glanced at the wound. “You’re injured.” “I’ll live,” Alexandro said coldly, his voice sharp as steel. “Find out who sent him.” Daniel nodded, face grim. “Yes, Alpha. I’ll start immediately.” As Daniel left with the guards to handle the body, I found myself staring after him, but my mind was elsewhere. Spinning. Spinning. Who would try to kill me today of all days? Who wanted to stop this marriage so desperately? Was it someone from my tribe? One of Alexandro’s enemies? Or something

Iggy sat down next to Olivia and she smiled, one that finally reached her eyes since lunch. “Alpha Bucho.” “Bucho? Manly, I like it.” She chuckled. “He refused to admit he was part of the cartel or the mafia but I’m pretty sure he was. He towered over me. A little taller than Desmond and more built than Derek. When I first met him, I was intimidated to say the least. It didn’t help I was at my normal 5’4” height with my running shoes.” “Dark, mysterious, mafia man. Good goddess. Did he have scars?”

Cesare's smile faded slightly, his tone shifting. "Roberto, thank you for meeting us on such short notice." Roberto's expression grew serious. He nodded once. "For you, Cesare, always." Cesare turned, gesturing toward me and Bruno. "This is my nephew, Dante DeLuca. And his right hand, Bruno." Roberto's gaze shifted to me, assessing eyes. He extended his hand. "Dante DeLuca." I gripped his hand firmly. "Roberto." "Your reputation precedes you, Dante." Roberto's brows lifted slightly. "Strong and powerful. You've been making waves in the States, reclaiming territories. They say you're building something even greater than your father ever did."

The hard lines of his face softened as Rosario chattered about his dream—something about dragons and gelato—and Alessandro listened with a patience I’d never seen. It was… disarming. And dangerous. I pulled the sheet tighter over my chest, needing a barrier, however flimsy, between me and the man who could dismantle me with a glance. He met my eyes over Rosario’s head, his expression dark and simmering. A silent reminder of the night, of the promise he’d murmured before Rio ran in. ‘Next time, I will not be interrupted.’ My pulse tripped, a betraying rhythm. Because the worst part wasn’t the threat.

And, yes just after I said that he sat up straight, and he looked at me curiously before he realized his abrupt reactions. "Who is Alexander?" He frowned, now looking at me intently with eyes burning with curiosity. "He's just Alexander Russo. A dashing Italian billionaire, who owns chains of bars and restaurants," I chanted with an overly sweet tone. I sounded a bit giddy to make it even more believable, but still watching him closely. His hands are clenched, but his expressions are emotionless.

“He’s expecting you.” Elena’s stomach dropped. She walked into the penthouse on unsteady legs. The place was quiet, expensive, and cold. Floor-to-ceiling windows showed the city lights stretching out below. Everything smelled faintly of smoke and expensive cologne. Dante Russo was standing near the windows with his back to her, a glass of something dark in his hand. Even from behind, he looked dangerous. Broad shoulders, black shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the kind of stillness that felt deliberate.

Let " I will do that first thing tomorrow morning. I just text Dante to confirm that he needs to come through tomorrow morning for the meeting. I think you two are going to get along " " What's Dante's Surname? " " Rossi ." " No " " What's wrong? " " He is Cleo's ex." " Oh snap." ©#KCMmuoe