Richard Russo Novel Novels & Stories

"Whatever it takes." "Where are you going?" "To make a deal with the devil." +++±++++ The drive to the Russo estate felt both endless and too short. Marco sat in the passenger seat, silent, his hand resting on the gun at his hip. He had tried to talk me out of going personally, arguing that it showed weakness. He was right. But I didn't care. The Russo compound sprawled across fifty acres of guarded land, all high walls and surveillance cameras. It made my mansion look modest. Viktor Russo had built his empire on weapons trafficking and political corruption, and he liked everyone to know it.

Ari said, and whispers "I want you now! I can take you now! Savannah's face turned crimson red, she pinched Ari and whispers, you're too much! and said loudly: I am glad you like what you see. Hon! Sav responded. I want you to be proud of me. I am so proud of you, hon and wink at her...You're my match. Ari jokingly said. And I love you! Susan and Nora [stylist] are smiling and having fun listening to the conversation between the couple, silently. Then Savannah and Ari, hands intertwined, got out of the bedroom, Edwin and Ben were in awe. Ari is so masculine and great in his uniform as usual, and Savannah is so beautiful in her custom dress, complete with a silver tiara and the famous de la L

Richard was indirectly aiming at the woman beside him but the old man didn't notice and he just said, "Of course, everyone has their own intentions but the loyal followers in Genovese family would never betray our Mafia family. And it can't be seen in the dirty and fake industry like entertainment family and I still can't believe that where did you got the idea of starting a new life in country Y." "OH! You looked down on country Y but in reality, you can't do anything in country Y. Isn't it? The Genovese family power become dimmer in country Y and that's why I choose here. And go back and tell my grandpa that if he really loves his power, just bring it to his next life and don’t try to drag

Since he left for his mother's burial, he will not be coming back to this town. "I hope he is doing well" I said my thoughts out loud. "Hmm? Who?" Zia, who was walking by my side asked. That is when I realized I said it aloud. "Russo." I simply said. "Oh yeah. I am happy for him." She said, Russo sent me a letter a few weeks ago, saying he won't be coming back to Carefree town. He also said he has found a woman to get married to, she is his childhood friend. Although she was married before and has two children.

And now here I was, regretting all my life choices as I tried to figure out what to do. "Mr Russo," I stammer, gulping down a large amount of air. "You must be mistaken, sir. I am sure your picture must be in another one of your wallets. Surely you have more than one, right?" Lorenzo Russo's hardened face turns even colder, the expression strong enough to send a shiver coursing down my spine. "I believe you want to play with me, Walker. That picture is very important to me and is the only one existing on this planet, so tell me where it is right now or else. You should understand that I am a man of my words.”

I asked, taking a seat opposite him. I found myself sitting on an opulent sofa in Cassius's mansion, glancing around in awe. Fuck! This bastard is damn rich! The walls were painted a deep green and white, and the sofa was a pristine white, while the rug beneath my feet mirrored the green of the walls. It was clear Cassius had a penchant for the color green. Was it his favorite? Even the throw pillows were a vibrant shade of emerald. "When you're done glancing around, can we move to business?" His husky voice jolted me from my thoughts.

Ronald coughed, blood spraying, but he grabbed Russo’s leg, pulling him down. “You’re done,” Ronald gasped, his voice barely there. He pulled a gun from his belt, one I hadn’t seen, and fired. The shot hit Russo in the chest, blood blooming like a flower. Russo staggered, shock on his face, but he wasn’t out. He lunged, a knife in his hand, and drove it into Ronald’s stomach. They fell together, blood mixing, their breaths ragged. Russo’s eyes were wide, his hand still clutching the knife in Ronald’s gut. Ronald’s gun clattered to the ground, his body slumping.

Endless questions. His jaw tightened. No. Not yet. “None that come to mind,” he said calmly. Russo studied him again, as if trying to determine whether he was lying. Alessandro met the man’s gaze evenly. Years of negotiating deals had taught him how to keep his face neutral. Finally Russo sighed softly. “If you remember anything,” he said, slipping the notebook back into his pocket, “anything at all—call us.” he dropped his card on the bedside table. “I will.” Alessandro said.

For him, I was about to walk into the wolf’s den. At exactly nine o’clock, the roar of an engine broke the silence of my Brooklyn street. I peeked out the window, my heart lodged in my throat. A black SUV, gleaming under the gray morning light, was parked outside my building. The driver’s door opened, and a woman stepped out with a confidence that seemed to defy gravity. Tall, with short, bright red hair, she wore a leather jacket that screamed rebellion. Not what I expected from a mafia driver. “Sofia Russo?” she asked, leaning against the hood. Her voice carried a hint of sarcasm, like she knew something I didn’t. “I’m Carla. Come on, the boss doesn’t like delays.”

It gave me a chance to see if Russo would be stupid enough to show his face. He was. I spotted him across the ballroom the moment we arrived, standing near the bar, surrounded by admirers and flatterers. Victor Russo, in person, was exactly what I had expected from the research I'd done. He was in his mid-thirties. tall and well-built. He was a poacher. He would buy huge companies, then turn all their assets into cash, making himself richer. It would seem his only aim was to have a lot of money.