Giovanni Russo Novels & Stories

And rough. “It's a surprise finding you here,” The deep timbre of the voice touched my bones. And I was forced to shift my eyes to him. Lorenzo Russo. The sight of him was a visceral punch just like earlier today when Elena and I had met him to discuss her sisters’ disappearance from two years ago. He was a private investigator. Expensive as fuck. But the very best in his field. My eyes moved up from the relaxed carriage of his arms at his sides —leaned on the table— the set of his straight shoulders. He wasn't wearing the clothes from earlier this evening, and instead an Italian-tailored suit, hiding what seemed like a lethal body to me.

My brows furrowed as I followed his line of sight, to where Giovanni was standing a few meters away, watching, stalking. I rolled my eyes at him before turning back to my cousin. “Ignore him.” “Pretty hard when he’s giving me the death stare.” Maximo chuckled lightheartedly but I knew Giovanni’s presence affected him, as well as many other guests tonight. “How is work going?” I asked, changing the subject successfully. “Oh. Hard. But I enjoy it.” Maximo’s excited tone soon turned solemn when his face straightened and his eyes softened. “I’m sorry about what happened. Russo was a prick.”

His trusted bodyguard opened the door for him, there are only a few people in his company working under him who knew about Giovanni's real identity and right now, he just wishes to get back to New York to his house which is in the outskirts of the city and have a day for himself… He just wants to transform into a wolf and wants to run as much as he can. His wolf is so tired pretending to be like a human when it actually isn’t one, Giovanni heard the light buzz of his phone. Entering his porch car, he took a seat on the beautiful luxury seats. This man was royalty, his lifestyle screamed wealth and his suits definitely indicated money. His hand dove into his pocket, pulling out his handset, h

Black jacket, black t-shirt and a cap which covered his face. El Russo was a six feet seven tall man, with dark brown hair, deep set amber eyes, rose coloured lips and an easy angled face, he was a perfect ten in a man. His hard trimmed muscles bulged against his t-shirt, and he stood towering above Irina's average frame. As she walked out of the school gate dressed in a shirt, brown trousers and matching coloured blazers, he unconsciously smiled. To him, she looked way more beautiful than the pictures on her phone. She was younger than him, yet, every feminine feature in her body seemed to call out to his masculine needs.

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.

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He walked towards a beautiful portrait hung on the wall and trailer his fingers gently over it. "Rio bought this for me last year on my birthday. He told me he would get me a more expensive one this year but now, it seems like he would not be alive to witness any more of my birthday" Giovanni drew in a shaky breath. "Have you been able to get any leads on where Russo is keeping Rio?" "I am sorry, boss but there has been no leads. Russo has a lot of hideouts and some of them are very well hidden that we can't find them out. Some of them are even hidden in plain sight" he replied and Giovanni sighed.

He gave him a warning look. Russo chuckled. It was both fascinating and horrible to watch him. My inside yelled at me to run away from this man. I got the same vibes from Niko and Alessio too, but there was one thing that they would never hurt me the way Russo could hurt. He ran his gaze on me, reading me. His gaze glinted as they deterred, staring at my ring. "I can't believe Old Bianchi picked a dog for his daughter." He chuckled, insulting André. My hands fisted in my lap. "What's your problem with him?" I almost snapped.

An older version of the guy asked. " Giovanni Bianchi. Just the man we needed. Your son here was harassing my wife." Nikolai said. " I wasn't harassing the bitch-" " Speak about my wife like that again and see if you'll walk out of here in one piece. " Giovanni glared at his son and then offered Nikolai a tight smile. " He's sorry for what he has done. Aren't you, boy? " The young Bianchi frantically nodded. " You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? "

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man