Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

TWO CATHERINA “Mister…” I began “Cruz” he interrupted me immediately. “Excuse me?” I said “I am to be your brother-in-law so it is only right that you know my name. it is Andres Cruz and you are the lovely miss Catherina; I have heard so much about you.” He said slowly, his tongue slurring on the ‘much’ which suggested things I did not want to begin imagining. “I am sure you have” I said, my eyes showing that I did not care one bit about the things he had heard.

Juan Have you ever seen a woman so fucking beautiful with all that fucking curves she has? For me, that’s her. Stacey Cruz. From the instant I set my eyes on her, I felt a deep connection of lust, knowing she was meant to be the one I would fuck for the rest of my life. I believe no other man could fulfill her sinful needs like I can.

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

Hunter warned in laughter as he loosened Kruz’s ropes. “Damn babe, how could you?” Kruz pouted. “I expect it from Kolby, Kasper and even Kyde but not from you.” “I did nothing. I have no idea what you are talking about.” Kolby gasped. “How could you even suggest that I would do something so horrible to my loving big brother.” She feigned hurt. “Yeah, whatever.” Kruz said rolling his eyes at his little sister, as he got up and served himself his plate. His family just sat eating and chuckling at him. “Fuckers!” He mumbled, making everyone laugh even harder.

"Who's the cutest little kittycat that ever existed?" Donovan resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he turned toward the other member of his team, Cruz. He shared a brotherhood with all of his teammates, but his bond with Cruz went beyond that. From their very first assignment together, Donovan knew he'd found a friend for life. Cruz was, at first glance, a rather unassuming fellow - the sort your eyes might skim right over. But upon closer inspection, a trained eye might realize that he was much more. Like many members of the Set, Cruz preferred to keep his past private. Everyone knew he'd worked as a spy in his previous life, but no one knew where or for whom. Donovan wasn't even sure Roth

On the other side of things, Capri had a bit of a distraction. Her ex-mother in-law was fired from her job as a clergy assistant for fucking a client in her bosses office. Dexter was a good gossip he knew everything and anything. He was like the damn cops. Honestly, better than the cops, they should just employ him. He was also no other than Roxy’s best friend aka Taurus sister. They weren’t too close these days apparently because he talked nothing but trash about her. Apparently, he got the tea straight out the kettle.

he said simply. He understood the power of his family’s name. Giovanni De La Cruz was indeed a powerful figure with many admirers, largely because of the charitable work and positive public image he maintained throughout the years. However, the reality was much darker. The De La Cruz family, as leaders of the city’s most feared mafia, were deeply involved in criminal activities that had caused significant harm and suffering. And Josh having grown up poor, understood, and knew what type of harm mafias and gangs caused.

Saying, he disconnected the call. I tried to call him back but his number was unreachable. I stared at it with confusion and unknown fear brewing inside me. "We shouldn't get late, princess." Cristiano's crude voice startled me, appearing from nowhere. He was a tall, broad shouldered, muscular man, a few years older than Dante and served him as his manager. "What's going on, Cris?" I asked him. "You'll find out everything once you reach California." Cristiano said and gestured for me to walk.

I tried to keep my voice down to avoid attracting the attention of her co-workers. She shrugged. “I told you. He's just a friend. Stop being so dramatic” Dramatic? I let out a dry, angry chuckle and turned on my heels without looking back. I stormed into Alex's office, chest heaving. “Cedric? Is everything okay?” “Does the name ‘Leo’ sound familiar to you?” “Why do you ask?” “Just answer the question,” I snapped. Alex leaned back in his desk, thoughtfully. “Wasn't he one of the assassins under Antonio?”

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.