Richard Russo Novel Novels & Stories

The Russos were really wealthy. The moment we got to the cafeteria, I could feel a pair of eyes burning holes through my head, but I could care less. I already knew who it was. It was a pity that Ricardo had also been hired alongside Laura and I to work in the company. Don't get me wrong, I didn't pray for the downfall of another, but Ricarfo clearly made Laura uncomfortable. In as much as Laura never spoke to me about it, I knew that Ricardo always picked on her and hadn't stopped up until now. I was not the type to put myself in between other people's issues, especially when I knew that the situation had some sort of background history. I kinda had an idea that they both knew each other lo

He said, and light claps filled the atmosphere. Catching my breath not because I danced much but because of how fast my heart was racing as I sat next to him, watching his side profile. So this was really my life. I was getting married to Damian Russo, heir of the Russo Group. Way above my league. Fiddling with my purse, I stopped the moment his eyes rested on my hands. Without uttering a word, he covered mine with his, rubbing the back of my hand soothingly. “You want something to drink?” He asked and I nodded.

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The rain had reduced to a drizzle, but the ground was slick, making my escape even more difficult. Russo wasn't just any man; he was a king in a kingdom built on fear and violence. His family, the Russos, had ruled the underworld of New York for generations, their name synonymous with power, wealth, and ruthlessness. When his parents died, Enzo had taken up the mantle with the help of his grandfather, carving out an empire that was even more feared than the one he’d inherited. How my father had ended up entangled with a man like him, I couldn’t begin to understand. What dark corner of the world had my family stumbled into without my knowledge?

A new, dangerous chapter was about to begin. And somewhere in the city, Nikolai Zhukov raised a glass in silent toast to his newest acquisition. Dr. Alessia Russo was proving to be much more intriguing, and much lovelier, than he had expected when he'd heard that there was a doctor who had reached out to them. He smiled into his glass. The game was just beginning, and he loved a good challenge.

The Blackmail Play The velvet curtains of La Vecchia Trattoria muffled the city’s noise, trapping the air heavy with garlic, smoke, and secrets. Russo sat alone in the corner, a glass of Barolo in his hand, his eyes fixed on the entrance. The door creaked. Sofia slipped inside, her black coat slick from the rain, her steps quick and nervous. She gripped a slim folder like it was the only thing holding her together. Russo didn’t stand. He tilted his glass instead. “You’re late.”

He growled at him, "Don't fucking push me." "Does she know how filthy rich you are? Does she know you are a murderer and you run one of the deadliest mafia organization?" "Why can't you fucking stay out of my business?" He had dropped the gun now, his fists were balled by his sides with strained knuckles and his face was red with anger. Russo smirked enjoying Jace's reaction, "How about I tell her how daddy passed you around and used you daily as his sex toy?" That statement pushed Jace to the edge, he leapt over the office table to where Russo was and tackled him to the ground, he wrapped a hand around his neck and landed a punch right in his face.

The closer they got to Russo’s office, the more Olivia felt the weight of their mission pressing down on her. Then, finally, they reached him. Russo stood behind a massive desk, a cruel smile on his lips. “Victor,” he drawled, clapping his hands mockingly. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Victor didn’t hesitate. He raised his gun. “It’s over, Russo.” Russo laughed. “I don’t think so.” Before Victor could react, Russo pulled a knife from his belt and attacked. The two men crashed into the desk, struggling for control.

"Nicholas, this is no night to be hanging Christmas lights, son. It's eighteen degrees." "Tell that to Mrs. Ricci," I tell him, gesturing to the window where she waves to the Russos and glares at me. He glances at the house, and I see the tightening of his mouth. From what I see, Russo seems to be a fairly decent man, although with the sheer amount of wealth he has, I'm not a hundred percent sure. The kind of money he and Ricci have never comes without someone's hands getting dirty—not to mention the fact that he's in business and friendly with Sullivan Ricci. That's two red flags.

she responded, pulling out her own books from her tote bag. “Exactly. I ain’t that stupid.” I murmured. ‘Or am I?’ Soon, my thoughts wandered. My eyes were on the novel but I just couldn’t pay attention to it. All I could think of was the dream I had about him. ‘You need to come off this, Elena!’ I yelled in my head, putting in all mental strength into focusing on my novel. Then I realized this novel kind of explained the dynamics between Mr. Richard and I. Jericho Barrons, older, enigmatic, and ruthlessly protective, becomes entangled with MacKayla Lane as she’s thrust into a dangerous supernatural world.