Giovanni Russo Novels & Stories

“Il fantasma ritorna!” The ghost returns. Laughter rippled through the crowd, the tension breaking. “Giovanni Russo,” I greeted, shaking his hand. Once the governor of Milan’s underground trade routes, now he looked like an aging movie star, hair slicked back, suit perfectly tailored, smile dangerous. “Still dramatic, I see.” He chuckled. “And you still know how to make an entrance. Rumor had it you were dead.” “I was,” I said simply. “But Italy has a way of resurrecting her sons.”

Fuck he's hot. I clear my throat to remind myself this is business. Even if he I want him to- Focus. "Tell me," I demand. "His name is Giovanni Carson." She simply says. Giovanni Carson, hmm. He's twenty-six-years-old and has been the leader of the Furvus eques after his father stepped down. So for about seven years now. He owns about three Clubs and they are pretty successful. He has a company but that's a cover-up for his underground business."

Vincent Giovanni “How do you know the Russians took her?” He takes out his phone and shows me a video of Juliet tied up on a chair, half-naked, she’s kicking and screaming, but she wasn’t crying, that means she was angry, pissed. The camera turns and (Russian name) is in full view, the new Russian mafia boss, he smirks into the camera before he lets out a laugh. “Mario, we have your girl here, and you know how we Russians look after our women,” he chuckles evilly, “If you want her back, you have to give me, Kira.”

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He was the kind of monster who made you beg before he even raised a hand. Wilson clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay still. He wouldn’t show fear. Giovanni’s lips curved slightly. “Cassius’s son.” He said it like a joke, like a punchline to a story he had been waiting to tell. “I should have expected this.” Wilson forced a smirk. “What can I say? I have bad habits.” Giovanni chuckled. “You do. Like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.” His voice was calm, almost friendly, but Wilson wasn’t stupid. That was how men like Giovanni worked. They smiled while they slid the knife between your ribs.

ELENA THEN. Lorenzo Russo sat comfortably on the worn couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle. His dark suit, perfectly tailored to his lean, muscular frame, hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the strong cut of his jaw as it caught the low light. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, swirling the amber liquid lazily, the ice clinking softly against the glass.

The thought of never seeing her again didn't sit right with him, so he started scheming for the perfect way to take her. He picks up his phone and calls Giuseppe who is well-skilled in the art of making someone disappear. A few minutes pass by before the double doors to the patio come open and Giuseppe walks in. "Giovanni," Giuseppe greets him as he gets settled on the couch adjacent to him. "Giuseppe, remember the little lady I told you about?" "Yes, boss. Caterina Russo," "What have you found on her?" "Nothing much. It's surprisingly hard to get anything useful about her. It's almost like someone covered everything on purpose."

He said, and I raised an eyebrow as I waited for what he was going to say. “There he is,” I heard on the other line. Giovanni was quiet, and it wasn’t until I heard a gunshot. Four gunshots, that my heart dropped to my stomach as I got up from my chair. “Giovanni…” “Such a shame for a man like him to go, isn’t it?” Her voice, Katerina’s, made me frown. “He kills my maid, he investigates about who I am, and you play the gentleman card before snatching my wallet.”

I finally let it out, releasing a long breathe after I did. "Hmmmm..." He smiled without a teeth out. "You sound like a fan girl right now. Don't tell me you have a crush on whom I'm thinking. You know, it'd be quite difficult to make the right guess as almost every man in the Russo family are very established. But then, my best bet would be Francisco! It's him isn't it?" He grinned at his supposed discovery, making me fall in love with his perfect dentition. How was I going to tell this man I had no idea who this 'Francisco' guy was? I was about asking who he was when Manuel spoke up. "It has to be Francisco who would have a full grown lady fan girling over him this way. That's what he gets

Another man comes out, they look like they are from a dumb New York magazine, and they look around their eyes blazing with laughter. "The Vincenzos are scared pussies, aren't they? A few gunshots and they are all taking covers?" a dark voice speaks. Russell leaves from behind the tree he is hiding, anger flashing in his eyes. "You fuckers have no business in Sicily. The Vincenzos run this town," Russell says. "Who are they?" I ask Alex and he points at them talking. "The one talking is Enzo. He is Russia's most wanted criminal. He makes his money here in Italy, he is lord of the slumps. That is his brother Riley. They are both dicks," he stares.