Max Russo Novels & Stories

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

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.

She nodded her head. "Ok let's do some work" she said while placing some file infront of me "I used my resources to find some information about the Russian and Brazilian " she said. "What information did you found?" I asked her. "So the Russians mob boss name is Ivan Volkov. He is an orphan and he only has a elder sister as a family. He was a part of Russian mafia but after working hard few years now he is the boss. There isn't much to know about him since he is a very introvert person " she told.

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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.

Russo is the leader of the C. Organization? I thought he was dead because Achilles killed him right? Achilles suddenly showed up, along with Caleb and some of their men. I put my gaze back at Russo who’s smiling annoyingly. When I couldn’t control my anger anymore, I punch him straight in his face. “F*ck you! Why did you kill Kendra?!” “I’ll f*cking kill you!” I continously give him straight punches not minding the pain crushing through my knuckles.

Money the Bratva gets from subjecting it's citizens to hardship. The smooth, shiny surfaces and custom made sofas do not appeal to me. "Where is Ramsey?" I direct my question at the guard. "Right here." Ricardo and I turn swiftly, coming face to face with Ramsey Mikhailov, the Russian golden boy. He is golden, alright. All bronze skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. Hate churns in my heart. Contempt threatens to choke me. Ricardo places a hand on my shoulder. I look up at him and he nods. I take a deep breath, facing my target.