Max Russo Novels & Stories

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

Russo should be about 6'4 at height and his entire upper body was covered in tattoos, most of which showed off his powerful position in the family business (what I loved calling the mafia). "But his touches had felt so... So real" I could almost see the image of me in his arms, my red face, my parted lips and my hazy eyes. "Enough of the silly thoughts" I brushed everything off and ran a hand through my hair. Everything about Russo was one big illusion and nothing more. I had to start work tomorrow and I should spend today getting ready for my new job. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and walked to my door. The image of Russo standing at the door flashed in my head.

In the dark corner of the driveway, two tall figures hid in the shadows. One of them visibly angry and the other calm as he stared at the enraged man. He clenched his fist as he glared at his friend. "What the f**k,Russo?" He said through clenched teeth. "What the f**k was on your mind? What the f**k were you thinking?" Russo remained unfazed,his expression betraying no emotion as he remained silent, taking a huge puff of his cigarette.

He moved like someone trained for combat. He introduced himself as Alexei Kozlov. He said he was pleased to meet Elena Russo. He spoke of her survival through Vincent Cross and the FBI. His English was smooth, with only a faint accent. Elena sensed the danger beneath his calm surface. She replied that she was interested to meet the man who believed he could move into family territory without consequences. Alexei smiled and said he did not believe there would be consequences. The families were distracted. They were weakened.

He thought that all of this was something he could easily get over without breaking a sweat but as it stood, he realized that all of this was bigger than him and the earlier he got on with it and solved it, the better for him. "What is that look on your face? I assume that things didn't go well with the woman?" Rita asked. If there was one thing about Russo, it was his ability to tell that something was wrong even without Connor saying anything. There was just something about him that told Connor that the man was very wise in age and in years. "Yes. Something is wrong, I discovered it while talking to her." he said. Russo wiped his mouth with the napkin, he had finished eating and he called

In bold letters, the title read: VICTOR RUSSO, CEO AND BUSINESS TYCOON, NOW ENGAGED TO MILLIONAIRE HEIRESS, LILY MARINO! My blood instantly ran cold as my spine stiffened. MY engagement?! To Lily?! What the hell was this?!

I wasn’t stupid enough to think she was hurt. Her pride was just bruised because I was with the kind of woman she would never be again. She would never be a rich woman again and she would not be worthy of my love or attention again. That was less than she deserved for what she and her family did to me. Did she realize I knew what she did to me? “You fucking hired her!” Ivan yelled as he stormed into my penthouse. It reminded me to remove his access. He was fucking annoying. He’d found me standing by my glass walls, overlooking the view. It was amazing. I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights.

I smiled. “Thank you,” he forced a smile, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “After Allen became one of the most powerful people in The Rodriguez's group, he became untouchable, I became one of the richest persons in the world, yet I still can't get revenge, do you know why?” Micheal said nothing, his brows forming a knot. “He has The Rodriguez's group protecting him, so I can't harm him physically, I can only fight to take the group away from him, but I can't do that alone.”

“ Like Russo Stephanie, Russo Ardelio.. You know.. Do you know any of the family member’s full name? “ “Oh, Giovanni Russo.. He is the one that made a threat on my life yesterday” “So.. Am sort of searching for him on Instagram with my Laptop, there are quite a number of Giovanni Russo’s here… But… Tadah… I found him” “How? You don’t even know how he looks like..” “I don’t need to know how he looks. He is a mutual friend.. He follows you on Instagram and follows me too” “How are you sure? I can’t really describe him but he has green eyes.. “

“I’m sorry to hear about your dad, kid. I really hope he makes it.” “Thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say. “Where’s your mother? She wasn’t part of the accident, was she?” “No, she’s just… preoccupied.” Russo’s gaze turned scrutinous on her face. “So who’s taking care of business then?” “You mean the laundering? No one.” Russo blinked twice at her. Then, as if her answer finally registered in his head, he took out a cigarette from his inner coat pocket. “I hear your father’s in a coma, so you relaying my words to him probably won’t do much,” he said, lighting his cigarette. “But until someone starts moving some money around again, you guys are gonna be in worse trouble.”