Max Russo Novels & Stories

"I could’ve it handled. Tell me, son, is there something you’re hiding I am not aware of?” English. He used English. And I trembled. Son? Did he just called Judas…. My eyes widended. Oh my god! Now I remembered where I saw him. On the magazine. Alexei Volkov. The Russian entrepreneur. Some say he had ties with mafia. "Я ничего не скрываю." ("I’m not hiding anything.") Alexei’s dark eyes were like twin daggers as he leaned forward. "Тогда объясни, пчто ты поджег склад, чтобы скрыть свои следы."

------- Five minutes earlier Ruso was the one who stays with her and he was on his way inside the mansion when he saw his boss Stark standing behind his madam Arcella. He stays outside and took a peek until he saw his madam's limp body stumbling on the ground. He vividly saw what Stark did to his wife. He snapped her neck. His eyes widened and made a small sound of shock and Stark heard it. He searches where the energy came from. Ruso was there behind the huge giant door to hide. He heard footsteps coming towards him.

I glanced at him and asked if he spoke Russian. "I am a full-blooded Russian, Emma. I'm certain that is why Enzo offered me this Alpha position. I was living not far from here. After my accident I chose to become a recluse with my children and lived in the wild," he told me truthfully and I grinned slightly and said I was impressed.

That’s a dumb question, Julianna, My subconscious muttered. “Nikolai’s of course,” she replied, “Who is he? Who are you people,” I asked, my voice steady as I spoke to her, she doesn’t make me nervous like Nikolai. “Nikolai Vasiliev is a Russian mafia don, I’m here just to take care of you,” she said, “I guess he already told you this… You have to work with me in the kitchen every day from now,” “Yeah, he told me,” I said,

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

“I saw on the screen. Doesn’t he know that I could watch him?” I took a sip of hot Barbajada, a Milanese hot coffee drink, Ryan’s special. “He probably does know that you could see him, as a matter of fact anyone could see. He just doesn’t care. And he is Alexander. No one would dare to bother him.” I took another sip. My legs are stretched on the blue couch. Ryan has got everything in blue in his house. It’s his favorite color. He sat in the seat opposite to me. “But, why? Why is he so persistent now?”

" Russia? Delphine has no one in Russia " " Yes, actually when we traced the contact ...it was revealed as Konstantin, the Russian Mafia Boss's contact " " What? " Maximo question but he didn't wait for any response as he rushed back to iris's room. He opens the door in haste but what he saw makes his heart skipped a beat. There beside Iris was konstantin, the Russian Mafia Boss himself grazing iris's cheek with his fingers tenderly. Three men were there too and Delphine who has a look of horror on her face.

I hear him groaning and I really do feel bad but I need him right now I'll apologize later. "Mark thank God, I need your help please I know it's later but you the only person I trust right now. I'm in trouble please help me." I say I haven't even realized I was crying from relief. "Chto za chert?" Says someone with a thick accent that I know is Russian. (what the hell?)"Who is dis?" he says I contemplate dropping the call but what he knows Mark.