Richard Russo Novel Novels & Stories

"Do you want to know something Romeo?" "W-what?" "Gustav Russo doesn't feel a thing. He can't. Because he is a monster who traded his own first born child to a rival in order to save the Cross Sword Mafia. All these luxury you see around you Romeo? It is made up of my baby brother's blood." --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- --- ---

Sunny leaned against the closed door and pressed her ear against it. "I thought we got rid of that bastard ages ago," another familiar voice spoke ... Rico.. sunny guessed, "dad's not gonna be happy about this" "That's exactly why we'll keep our mouth shut and take care of this ourselves," Santo spoke and the room went silent. "That's not the only thing," Rosa spoke. "it's about Russo" "Russo's dead," Rico answered. Sunny's eyes narrowed in confusion... who's Russo? "Yes.. and behind he left a very pissed off son.. Avac d'amigo.. he's the one that led the attack on us back at home.. daddy's boy wants revenge Santo.. he wants you.," Sunny's eyes widen.

I felt my heart beating for no reason but as I got to the living room, I knew why. "Rick!" I gasped his name as I saw Rick on his knees, tied down while Russo was seated on a sofa with a gun in his hand. He twirled the gun in his hands lazily and raised his gaze to look at me. "Russo El Massimo" I called his name with a grit in my tone. "What do you think you are doing?!" I raised my voice, not thinking about whatever consequences could come from it. "Putting an end to this stupidity?" Russo's voice was calm.

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

I didn’t know how long our talk lasted but I could tell he noticed I was a bit distracted and that was when he let me go but what I didn’t expect was seeing Tessa with the same man I never wanted to see her with Richard is a cunning and a fucking bastard his father was second in command to the last leader of the Russian mafias but he was born in the United states the only resons he keeps answering his English name and she’s like one even though he had ancient Russian blood running through his veins. If there was one thing I knew about him over the years. We have learnt to stay off each other's businesses and tried our best to cooperate in ways but seeing him with Tessa raced my heart in ways

Gus chuckled under his breath and rubbed his temples. “No, ma’am,” he said quickly, hands raised in mock surrender. “Not at all. No funny business here.” I didn’t drop my glare. The tall man hadn’t stopped looking at me. His eyes flicked past my shoulder into the house—like he was hoping she might appear at the top of the stairs. Like he already knew she wasn’t here but needed to see for himself anyway. “So who are you?” I asked, folding my arms. He opened his mouth… then closed it. Licked his bottom lip like he was stalling. Like the answer was a curse he didn’t want to cast. “Uhmm…” His voice dipped. “…I’m Ricci Russo.”

“But sir—you’ve been waiting for this—” “I was waiting to marry Isabella.” Adrian’s jaw clenched, his fist tight around nothing. “Someone dared switch my bride. That,” his eyes glinted murder, “I will not forgive.” The Russos woke to the stench of blood and the guttural snaps of jaws. When Don Russo’s eyes fluttered open, he realized he was suspended above a pit of alligators, their yellow eyes fixed on him with hunger. His wife shrieked once and fainted outright.

—What have you found out about the idiot who owns the shop across from Kate’s? —Nikolas Russo. Thirty years old. Six foot three. Owner of the Russo hotel chain in Spain. Single. His parents died when he was a child, and he was adopted by the Russo family at five. Since then, he’s run the hotel chain and fulfilled his mother’s dream—she was passionate about antiques. He arrived in the country two months ago and opened the shop across from Kate’s. —I want that shop bought and him thrown out. Buy that shop and everything around Kate’s.

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

They weren’t doing me much good there. Lisa and I kept up our conversation, our breath coming out in front of our faces with each word in little clouds of white fog. Much like with Julianne, I could tell that I was going to like Lisa. Maybe when all this crap was behind us, we could kick out Justin, Russo, and Peter, and the three of us ladies could have a girls’ night. I’d never had a girls’ night. Russo waited for me in the hotel lobby, lounging in one of the squashy chairs. He stood when he saw me come in, confusion spreading across his face.