Max Russo 소설 & 이야기

“Tell everyone what you were thinking. The fantasy you were playing out in your head just now. Don’t make me repeat myself.” The color drained from his face, but he tried to mask it with a tight-lipped smile. “I—uh, I wasn’t—” “Speak.” My voice cracked like a whip, and the room went even quieter. Russo shifted uncomfortably, eyes darting around the room. Then, he began to speak, his voice shaky but low enough that everyone could hear him. “I was... imagining her,” he started, swallowing hard, “tied up. Taken from behind.”

Rico and Antonio made their way into his study room. "Boss... Adalberto called and said his daughter will be visiting you tomorrow." Rico informed. Adalberto Russo was the former boss, before Xavier had taken over the entire mafia. The title was not given to him easily. He started working for Adalberto at the age of 21. And at 28, he had lost count the amount of lives he had taken. His hands were tainted with blood.

That's when he realized his boys had been trying to get his attention for a while. "Bossman, that's your doctor lady, innit?" asked Ruskie, one of his boys. He had a Camel unfiltered cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His right leg was a prosthetic because it had to be amputated due to a big fight he had two years back. Ruskie was Russian by way of London and had a particular propensity for setting fires to buildings with people in them. He was currently working on the root of the problem with the prison therapist.

“But sister, you know that man doesn’t like brother, he’ll rather die than have a hand in Massi’s case,” “Relax sister, this isn’t just about Massimo, it’s about the Russian Pratva, you know he’s been trying to have an alliance with Sergei Volkov for years now but hasn’t been granted access, maybe this is the perfect time to show how committed he is to the course, he’ll not reject the offer of saving the Russian’s daughter, it’s likened to a fish denying water, it’s not possible,” she smiled and casted a wink at me while I watched, unpredictably. She walked to the stairs and just then we heard some shouting outside the building. It felt like people were raising their voices and that scared m

the assistant asked. Mimi was taken aback. Then, she smiled bitterly. “It’s impossible between Elias and me… As for Mr. Russo… I haven’t made my decision yet.” “If you want my opinion, you should agree to Mr. Russo’s request. I’ve always seen him as a stern director and a workaholic with no empathy, but after he stood up for you and cleared your name from that gossip, I’m guessing he’s probably a good man. Besides, he looks very honest, and he’s not a f*ckboy like Elias at all. He suits you.”

I said loud out. His eyes narrowed at me and he took a sip from the wine, “unlike you ms. Ronaldo, I belong to a very reserved family, where flings and night stands are considered taboo. That is why I am marrying you straight. As for the girlfriend, I didn’t had time for such nuisance.” I pouted at him and then fake smiled, “for you kind information, Mr. Russo! My family is also reserve and I don’t whore around! So you better check that tongue of yours!” I told him with gritted teeth and glared at him furiously.

Vadim remarked, rubbing his few days old stubble. "I would have done the same, Vadim." He said, shrugging his shoulders, understanding his cousin's fury, and frustration. “I haven't seen Russo this enraged before, he's been wandering around, searching for his wife, looking like a God of death. He's uncontrollable.” He said with a long exhale. Vadim locked eyes with him. "No doubt. You two are the most feared leaders." He said with a smirk. "Brother! See! I brought your lost girlfriend home!" Their heads turned to the door as they heard a loud voice.

“Wrong answer I mumble dropping his wrist and flicking off an invisible piece of lint off my suit before casually walking away and heading back towards the stairs. Elena Roman Russo is here right now and he just broke a man's wrist in front of me and then casually walked away. What the hell is going on, …..

Brandon taunts him. Russell hated thinking of his roommate from last year. No one, not even Brandon knew that it was the same guy he had to face off in one of his last matches from last year. Things didn't end well for either one. Russell had to spend most of his summer recovering from the broken ribs and multiple bruises in his upper body. While the other guy lost partial hearing to his right ear, suffered a concussion, lost three of his teeth, and had to get multiple stitches around his right eyebrow. Needless to say the three broken ribs on the right side of his body from the repeated punches and slams he provoked on his body. All while Brandon indulged the warm sun in Cancun for the summ

Whatever happens, I intend to keep it until I die. "Yes. The Adrian Russo who is the CEO of 'HOPE' and the Russian mafia leader who killed the previous leader." I said to her, rolling my eyes. She is as impatient as me and of course, that is great but sometimes it would irritate me. "How many other Adrian Russo's who is CEO of 'HOPE' and the Russian mafia leaders are there in Russia that you keep on asking the same fact?" I asked her, raising my eyebrows, my lips curling in the corners.