Dante Russo Novels & Stories

He only nodded, as quiet as always, and suddenly I felt a little lost, until firm footsteps made me look toward the building’s entrance. A tall man with wiry muscles and dark hair was walking toward me, staring at me with deep brown eyes. I straightened up and walked toward him too. “Ma’am, I’m Dante, Head of Operations and Logistics,” he said, at least with a little more courtesy than the rest of the men I’d met. “Mr. Dante, the Patriarch asked me to come urgently...” I said, half debating whether to ask him what the hell was going on here. “We need a sign language interpreter...” I was surprised to hear him say that... “but let’s go, I’ll explain on the way. The meeting’s about to start an

Dante told Camilla. Camilla looked up at him with teary eyes, "I thought getting revenge would make me the happiest person in the world but I am not happy, I am not happy because I no longer have you. Please I need you Dante, let's start over" she begged him. Dante walked up to her. He stretched forth his hand for an handshake. "I am Dante Russo, may I please know your name, beautiful lady?" he asked. Camilla smiled, "I am Camilla de Luca, pleased to meet you" she replied.

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

“I’m Russian, malyshka, and you can’t expect me to have an English name as my real name, do you?” “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, and I smirked before bringing her hand to my lips. I kissed her knuckle gently and pulled away to look her in the eye. “I don’t give up on the woman that I chose to be with because we chose to argue. One, you just gave birth and I would be more than willing to handle every word that you tell me, regardless of what it is. Two, my name Dekan Ivanov, well, my Russian name to be exact.” I said, keeping my eyes on my mate. “And three, no rejection is ever accepted when it comes to a laboring woman. Your wolf is going through maternity, you’re tired and exhaust

Restaurants I'd eaten at. Pieces of my world that he owned without me knowing. The About Us page featured executive bios. Richard Moretti, Chief Operations Officer. Several other Morettis held various positions. All men. All looking dangerous in expensive suits. Then Dante's bio. CEO since age twenty-eight. Harvard Business School. Previously worked in commercial real estate development in New York and Chicago. The corporate headshot showed him in a charcoal suit, expression serious and controlled. Professional. Untouchable. I moved on to news articles.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

The pain and everything that came with it. Hhhhhhhmmmmm!!!….. Dear Goddess, please protect them all. “Eira!!” Daisy screamed my name from a distance as she rushed into the strawberry farm. “The Alpha is back!!” Her darting feet stopped right in front of me. Her chest raised and fell. Tears filled her eyes. “He is badly injured by bullets and I heard he is finding it hard to heal. What is wrong with our….?” Her words were yet to come to an end when the basket of strawberries in my hands fell to the ground. I took to my heels and Daisy ran behind me, calling out to me. I made my way to the mansion, but was stopped by the mobsters at the entrance.

"CEO of Amario Enterprises." "Alessandro Dante," he replied, his voice deep and resonant, with a rich Italian accent that sent a shiver down my spine. "CEO of ARD Enterprises." He took my hand in his, his grip firm, confident. His touch lingered for a moment longer than necessary, sending a strange warmth through my arm.

I turn to him, with a huge smile on my face. “I’m trying to cheer you up, senorita.” “I’m actually fine. Just wondering what is going on with Rio, he looked really mad yesterday, but has not spoken to anyone. Only Dante of course. Do you know what could be happening?” “Nope.” He says, shaking his head. “With Master Rio, it’s hard to tell.” “Meaning?” My curiosity peaks. “You see, Master Dante is straightforward. We all know he is a gunslinging psychopath, who expresses his anger and disgust very well, just like his mother. Very vocal people.”

"Or did you forget? I own you, Elena. Every breath. Every heartbeat. Mine." "I hate you," she whispered, glaring at him. "Good," Dante said quietly. "Hate is easier than the alternative." Before Elena could ask what he meant, the balcony door opened. Two of Dante's men stepped out, tall, broad-shouldered, wearing matching dark suits and expressionless faces. "Mr. Valenti," one of them said. "The car is ready." Dante stepped back from Elena, his face cold and distant again. "Escort Miss Russo home. Make sure she gets inside safely."