Max Russo Novels & Stories

“If I answer you, will you keep it between us and not do a damn thing about it?” Reese stopped walking and looked at Drake. “Of course I will. Russo’s my Gamma and I care about his … well his everything.” “Fuck.” Drake dragged a hand through his hair and walked the twenty feet to the park and sat down on the wooden bench there. “How bad is it?” Reese wasn’t sure she wanted to know now. “When Russo joined the army, he was fighting a lot of demons. He’s a stand up guy when he’s not talking about his balls or buying his Luna a vibrator,” Drake said and Reese’s cheeks heated up once more.

Russo’s expression soured at those words, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. “My people were incompetent. I’ve already fired them. This won’t happen again,” he promised, handing Edmund a glass of iced water. “I heard you would be playing golf here today, so I came early to wait. “We were entirely at fault, Mr. Witterson. I’ve already done my best to make up for it.” Mr. Russo practically groveled before Edmund. Edmund was quite pleased with his behavior. Mr. Russo was a nouveau riche. His family fortune came from coal mining, and they later moved into real estate, buying land at low prices and developing new residential areas for sale.

“Yes. She’s the Alpha’s sister. So what?” “You’re our Alpha. We’ll support you in anything—but are you sure she’s worth it?” “She’s my mate.” The stranger’s expression immediately relaxed into a wide grin. “So you did lose the old bet,” he said mockingly. “We’ll discuss that tomorrow,” Egor replied irritably. “Maura, this is Ruslan—my deputy and right-hand man.” “Nice to meet you.” Egor seated me on the couch and stood behind me, resting his hands on my shoulders.

(author note - English is not my first language. so if there are any grammar mistakes please let me know in the comments and thanks for reading the book. this is my first work so I hope you all will support me. -thank you) ruso also called his lawyer's so that he can get out of this situation. when Adam showed up he was surprised to see Patrick in his brother's office but as soon as he entered his brother ruso started hitting him without giving him a chance to speak "you bastard you m****f***** bastard. I will kill you. you Dum fu**"

With a wide as sunshine grin, she says, “I’m Madonna, and who are you, sir?” He wiggles on my back in laughter. There’s something about shaking hands that he finds so fun. He’s been known to mimic me at headquarters when I’ve brought him around. Taking her hand, he shakes it hard. “I’m Cullen Russo, son of legend Joemar Russo.” Oh shit. I chuckle this time with my hands out. “I swear to God, I did not teach him that.” “Uh-huh. Sure you didn’t.” Rubbing her bicep, she plays along. “Wow, you are strong. Thought you were about to take my arm off there.”

“ How can I fight the Russians if I don’t even have respect from the very people I took in and gave a home? There is a mole on the inside and that was how they knew when the shipments would arrive and how. They also knew my wife’s flight and where she would go for the meeting and when. “ Everyone paused to see how that related to them thinking I was weak, including me. “ My sister and wife almost died and I lost millions of dollars last night. Blood will be spilled here today. I’ll start with the very people who wanted my wife gone because I sense it was a plot by the Russians to create a divide within us. “ What he was saying made a lot more sense. I looked at the people at the table wonder

Ruscov promised. @cycy

The escape had been a humiliating blow, Vincent Russo’s trap had stripped them bare, physically and strategically, but the Volkovs were predators, and predators didn’t cower. They planned. Dmitri slammed a fist on the table, the wolf tattoo on his chest flexing. “Russo thinks he’s won, parading his little pet Chris in public like a fucking trophy. He’s mocking us.” His ice-blue eyes burned, the memory of Vincent’s cock in his ass fueling a personal vendetta. “We hit him where it hurts...his heart, his empire, his pride.” Natasha, her bruises fading but her eyes sharp, leaned forward, her crimson nails tapping the map.

She says screaming at me. Looking at her like she's grown two heads she scoffs in disbelief. "You seriously do not know who that is ?" Shaking my head no she huffs. "See this is why you need to get out more, you live under a rock. Your baby daddy over there is thee Elijah Russo, ruthless billionaire running more than 10 multi million enterprises, was voted the hottest guy five years in the row while businessman of the year ever since he took over his father's company and expanded and brought in ten times more profit than all the Russo's before him.

Like smoke and gravel. I slid into the booth opposite him. Close enough to smell his cologne—something dark, expensive, dangerous. His guards stayed standing. Close. He studied me openly. Eyes dragging from my face down my neck, over the low cut of my dress, lingering on my legs. “You’re new.” “Elena,” I said softly. “Mr. Russo sends his regards.” His mouth curved. Not a smile. Something colder. “Russo sends regards with pussy now?” The word hit me low in the belly. Crude. Deliberate.