Giovanni Russo Novels & Stories

"The b-aby. He hit the baby." He propped my back against the wall, returning to the guard. "I gave Marcus instructions... Didn't he give them to you?" The guard's gaze dropped from Nikolai to me. "Isn't she a first grade criminal?" Nikolai's claws bared without hesitation, and in an instant warm blood splattered across my face. I rose my gaze up to meet his. The guard's eyes had a look of horror in them, and the space where his throat should have been was empty.

I don’t hate him—I thought I did, but really… I don’t. My thoughts were interrupted by a ringing phone. Ace picked it up. “What?” he asked. “Boss, the Russian Mafia Leader sent a guy. Consider it a gift. His name is Moscov,” the man on the other line said. Ace smirked at me. “Heard that?” I nodded, matching his smirk. “What’s the matter, son?” Vincenzo asked. “Giovanni sent us his right hand to interrogate him. He was messing with our stuff a few days ago and going behind Giovanni’s back,” Ace explained casually.

Leo replied, looking up at me, " Because Vincenzo Russo doesn't like the Vitale family. They have stopped collaborating for a decade."

She'd sell their souls if it meant saving the one thing that still tethered her to the world, which was still herself. “Bari,” she finally rasped, because fear makes people bargain with the truth half-delivered. “Not the city… down the coast, a hotel he rents through a third party. You’ll find what you look for and not Vito.” “I see he's having fun. Names,” I prompted. “Don’t give me that stare,” she snapped, then hung her head for a second. “Gianni. Gianni Russo. He handles logistics. But he’s small time.”

It gave me a chance to see if Russo would be stupid enough to show his face. He was. I spotted him across the ballroom the moment we arrived, standing near the bar, surrounded by admirers and flatterers. Victor Russo, in person, was exactly what I had expected from the research I'd done. He was in his mid-thirties. tall and well-built. He was a poacher. He would buy huge companies, then turn all their assets into cash, making himself richer. It would seem his only aim was to have a lot of money.

“Please, Aurora. I’m sorry. Don’t kill me. I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean to hurt Liam. Please!” I stared down at her, disgust flooding every cell in my body. “I’m not going to kill you,” I said, ice in every word. “You’re not even worth the effort.” For a second, hope flickered in her teary gaze — until I straightened, turned to the entire room, and delivered her fate. “I am Mrs Matteo Rocco,” I said, my voice slicing through making sure it sank into that thick skull of hers. “Wife to the mafia lord, Matteo Rocco. And I promise you, Sofia… you’re going to pay for messing with my family.”

Sunny leaned against the closed door and pressed her ear against it. "I thought we got rid of that bastard ages ago," another familiar voice spoke ... Rico.. sunny guessed, "dad's not gonna be happy about this" "That's exactly why we'll keep our mouth shut and take care of this ourselves," Santo spoke and the room went silent. "That's not the only thing," Rosa spoke. "it's about Russo" "Russo's dead," Rico answered. Sunny's eyes narrowed in confusion... who's Russo? "Yes.. and behind he left a very pissed off son.. Avac d'amigo.. he's the one that led the attack on us back at home.. daddy's boy wants revenge Santo.. he wants you.," Sunny's eyes widen.

The picture was an undeniable proof that Josh was indeed an important person, regardless of his outfit. "Wait, what? You're Mr. Giovanni's grandson?" Her tone had changed from suspicion to surprise. She now felt embarrassed for doubting him, and more than that afraid of his wrath. Giovanni was a ruthless and powerful Mafia boss, and as his grandson, she knew Josh couldn't be taken lightly, she didn't want to know how Josh might retaliate for the humiliation she had subjected him to earlier.

As if this penthouse is more owned by women than men. "Hello, brother." Lorenzo greeted the man with gray eyes similar to his but hair of darker shade than his. Nicolas Mario Russo, head of the black market auction and one of the most rich business man. He is a handsome and married man. There were so many chaos before his wedding but nothing was clear since he keeps his life confidential. I saw as his gray eyes brightened when his lips tugged upward in a small smile before he greeted his brother back, "Feels nice to see you again."

And, yes just after I said that he sat up straight, and he looked at me curiously before he realized his abrupt reactions. "Who is Alexander?" He frowned, now looking at me intently with eyes burning with curiosity. "He's just Alexander Russo. A dashing Italian billionaire, who owns chains of bars and restaurants," I chanted with an overly sweet tone. I sounded a bit giddy to make it even more believable, but still watching him closely. His hands are clenched, but his expressions are emotionless.