Giovanni Russo Novels & Stories

and one was even labeled “Operation Barashka.” “What the hell is that?” Dante asked. Marcus opened the files. “Turns out Giovanni wasn’t just a part of the Romano Empire alone. He was a part of the Russian mafia three years ago. MI6 had eyes on him, but then he disappeared from their radar.” My heart dropped to the bottom of my feet instantly. “He used to be a part of the Russian mafia?” I asked. Marcus nodded. “It gets even worse. He was promised a seat as one of the bosses if he helped bring you down, Dante.”

she muttered under her breath before stepping out of the car. **** Giovanni walked lazily into his living room, a half filled glass of wine in his hand. His shorts lay just on top of his Gucci boxers and slipped down as he walked. He had raised another army after Romano's attack on his second mansion. There were three men seated in the living room. All important men in his new army. He gulped down the last bit of the wine before setting the glass on the table. He walked over to where the men gathered and cleared his throat, getting their attention.

"Don't stop until we've confirmed everyone is safe." At 9 AM, the first call came. Contessa Bianchi. Her voice shaking. "Dante. Oh God. Dante." "What happened?" "Giovanni. Giovanni Rossi. He's dead." Dante went cold. "How?" "Shot. This morning. Coming out of his apartment in Rome. Three bullets. Professional hit." She was crying. "He didn't even see it coming." "When?" "An hour ago. The police just called me." Giovanni Rossi. Fifty-eight. Shipping magnate. One of the first to join the New Order. Dead.

Russell stepped closer to the desk. “Leo is a Van-Doren heir.” Giovanni’s eyes turned ice cold.“Leo is my son.”The tension in the room became suffocating.Two predators staring each other down. Two people bound by something deeper than hatred.Russell lowered his voice.“You think I’ll walk away from him?”“I know you won’t,” Giovanni said.“Then why run?”Her answer came without hesitation. “Because I knew exactly who you were.”

" Alessandro the Russian are asking for the drugs cargo. They say they need them soon." Liam said as he looked at the shipment details . Alessandro looked up at him as he closed the file of the project of opening new casino in Australia. " Tell the bastards to have whole amount send in advance. We can't risk our goods when it comes to those Russian bastards." Alessandro said ashe looked at the next file. His assistant came running to him with worried face indicating a new problem.

Giuseppe Russo was gone. * * *

A hand stopped me as I was ready to stand up from my chair. It's Matteo. "Hi, I didn't know you're this good in Russian." He commented. "H-Hi... What are you doing here?" I didn't notice him inside the room due to avoiding having eye contact with any of them. "Oh, I think I didn't introduce myself to you properly. I'm Matteo Russo, a fashion designer, and a model, also known as Galileo." "Y-You're Galileo?!" I gasped when he nodded proudly exposing his shy smile.

My unsure answer adds to his dry amusement, the slightly tilted corner of his pink lips tells me loud and clear that he sees past my facade. "How has business been going?" Gianni questions and soon his voice fills up the void. I pity Gianni because he's trying to validate himself in front of Alessio by boasting about the dealings he's been doing for the past months and when Alessio tells him that there's a rat among the Russo family who's interfering with the money — the sweat beads forming on Gianni's forehead are hard to miss.

He's got the Grecos and Morettis by his side. Mario Greco owns the largest shipping company in the country and is said to have ties with the Russians. If you want to get anything illegal in or out of the country, he's your guy. He has connections everywhere and never gets caught. Ever. Roberto Moretti on the other hand is just ridiculously rich. No one knows where or how he got his money. He just showed up out of thin air and made a name for himself by siding with the De Lucas. See that right there is a balanced sheet. So where does Schiavone fit you ask?

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.