Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

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.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”

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?”

I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot. He wore a white T-shirt with its buttons stopped working right above his belly. He tucked in his shirt in neatly tailored suit pants. He had no belt on but it rested firmly around his waist. One of his hands was in his pocket, while the other was out, showcasing the expensive-looking rings he had around his fingers. He had other accessories like earrings, bracelets, and a necklace that had his name ‘KILHAN’ written boldly on it. His formal shoes were sparkling under the club lights. Without a doubt, he was a god.

"Cole might be stupid, but Cruz isn’t. Cruz won’t kill us here. He’ll kill us at a time we don’t see it coming." Marco shook his head. "That greatly helps," Marco said, finally grabbing the lighter. He lit his cigarette, discarded the lighter, and got up. Walking around the space, he ran his fingers over the architecture and design. He picked up a bottle just as the front door opened. We had company. Cole walked in, a huge, bald man following beside him. Senator Cruz usually dressed neat and simple. Patterned shirts, round-neck tops, nothing extravagant. Today was no different. The color of his shirt was an upsetting red, the kind that could turn your stomach. He had a chubby face, which gav

It was killing me. He stood up from the wooden study chair, wiping his forehead from sweats with the back of his hand. "What rumor? That I have bipolar disorder?" I crinkled my brows. "You know?" "It's true." He slammed. I was meant to be surprised, shocked but surprisingly, I didn't. Cruz was suffering from bipolar disorder and that justified his behavior in the recent days. Knowing my true identity one minute, calling my real name and the next minute, he forgets everything.

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.

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.