Dante Russo Novels & Stories

She said. Maddy's brow creased, but she nodded. “Call me Damian.” I said as Maddy turned to leave. “We look forward to working with you, Damian.” She smiled before disappearing. “Missing your little fuck already?” She shook her head. “That’s sad.” Sipping her drink, she drummed her fingers against the glass. “The mighty Damian Russo has been reduced to chasing a little girl.” She added, clicking her teeth. “That little girl happens to have a hold on me. One you’d never relate to.”

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced." Isabella looked up to find a man in his late fifties standing in the doorway. He was distinguished-looking with silver-threaded dark hair, sharp brown eyes behind expensive glasses, and the kind of tailored suit that screamed old money. His smile was warm, almost grandfatherly, creating instant trust. "I'm Antonio Russo," he said, extending his hand. "Dante's consigliere. I apologize for not meeting you sooner—I've been handling family business in Chicago." "Isabella," she said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but not aggressive, his palm smooth like someone who'd never done manual labor. "It's nice to finally meet you. Dante mentions you

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I blinked hard, vision swimming back into focus. And there he was. Dante Russo. Taller than the surveillance photos suggested. Broader. Shoulders that filled the room. He was wearing a black shirt that was stretched so tight over his muscles. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his forearms that were thick with ink. From snakes curling around skulls, to Latin curling like smoke. A scar went from his left temple all through his eyebrow. And it turned the dark eye into some thing that was permanently dangerous. He looked at me like I was already naked. Already his.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

"He's been skimming from the Abate payments for years. Dante authorizes a hundred thousand, Russo takes thirty off the top before it reaches Elena's family. If Elena gets exposed, Dante stops the payments entirely. Russo loses his side income." "So he set up Elena's brother to get in debt with the Romanians. He orchestrated the hijacking. He made sure I heard just enough to believe Elena was a traitor." "And when you didn't immediately run to Dante with the information, he got impatient. He had his men beat you, hoping you'd be angry enough to talk." "And they made sure to mention Chiara," I said. "So I wouldn't think to look at anyone else." "Classic Russo. He's been playing both sides for

"That's not orchestrated." "Isn't it?" Gianna moved to the window and looked out at the city. "Vittorio attacked his finances. Destroyed his businesses. Exposed his operatives. And Dante responded by... what exactly? By ordering murders that accomplished nothing? By sitting peacefully while his empire collapsed?" Aria didn't respond. "That's not how Dante Russo operates," Gianna continued. "Dante Russo operates by being ten steps ahead. By sacrificing pieces to win the game. And I think he sacrificed the Commission and the empire to set up something bigger."

“No fucking way, amore mio. You’re not stepping into Russia without me. He’s not just a boss, he’s obsessed with you. I don’t trust him not to try something.” I smirked, leaning closer, my fingers tracing his stubble. “You think I can’t handle him? I’m La Rosa Nera, Dante. I’ve gutted men for less. I’m not going unprepared, Nico’s got Voronin’s intel, and my men are ghosts. We’ll play his game and cut his throat if he blinks wrong.” He stood, pacing, hands fisting. “We’ve talked this shit over before, Catalina. You’re too stubborn for your own good. I let you go, I’m climbing the fucking walls here.”