Rico Kruz Novels & Stories

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"No. I came because I need your help." She blinked, her expression full of surprise. "My help?" Kc drew a slow breath, the stony brilliancy of his eyes meeting Valeria's. "One of your investors is Sebastian Cruz." Valeria frowned at this point. "So? I don't even know the man!" Kc's face grew still. "That's just it, Valeria. He does know you." Valeria's spine crawled over with a chill. "What are you talking about Kc?"

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

“I’m very satisfied with Cruz and have never felt the need to go looking for more outside our bedroom. Cruz is also an incredibly jealous man. Yesterday he almost beat up a painter who tried to get me to pose for him.” “Babe, he was on the ground checking out your ass while wiping drool off his face.” “You scared the shit out of him.” Cruz grinned wickedly, “I did. I don’t share well. The notion of another man touching what is mine makes me want to rip limbs from bodies.” He gave pointed glances to the other couple, “I played for Team Canada’s Rugby teams in the Olympics. I once tore an ear off a guy in a scrum.” Paris’s husband blanched but Paris merely smiled wider.

Rico stumbled into the light, his sweat dripping. Marquez stepped forward, his eyes narrowing. “Do my eyes deceive me, or has a ghost walked into my house?” Rico fell to his knees without thinking. “I didn’t know—I swear, I didn’t know this was your place.” Marquez exhaled smoke, studying him like prey. “You think I don’t know who you are? Rico… Kroos’s dog. The one who shot Sandro Danso.” His voice darkened, venom dripping from every word. “Do you know Sandro was like a brother to me, my right hand man? And you—” He pointed, rage barely contained. “You ended him.”

“ Boss, I finished fixing those cameras. Would you like me to hook them up?” Creed asked holding them in his hands “Yes.” “ you okay sir?” Creed asks “ Yes, I'm fine.” “ Are you sure? You look heartbroken” he mocked drawing tears with his finger down his cheek “ how can I be heartbroken when me and her aren’t even together?” I hissed “ say that to your face” he chuckled walking away “ fucking prick” I mumble to myself

Leo was labeled cruel, stone- heart, deadly - yeah, he can be this sometimes but with an enemy. As much as Leo didn't give a fuck how his people saw him, it still didn't erase the fact that he sometimes wished that they could see him as his true self. But then, you just can’t prove anything to people who already have hatred for you. Nothing about you would ever make sense to them. I arrived at the compound of the club, wheeling in like a fuckinh dick head. The club was already running. Whatever I was gonna do, shouldn't fucking affect the customers. Picking up my silver whip from the backseat of the car, I jumped out of the car.

Cruz. She turned to him. “Who is he, really?” Dante’s gaze cut to her, sharp but unreadable. “Cruz,” she pressed. “You say his name like it’s carved into your bones. Why? What did he do to you?” Dante studied her face for a long moment, the silence stretching thin. Then, slowly, he said, “Cruz is an old enemy. He’s taken what isn’t his, he’s spilled blood he shouldn’t have. Our worlds were never meant to cross, but he insists.”

Livie While Ricky was in his office all afternoon, I made good use of finalizing my last exam for my Luna duties. I officially am certified as the Dark Moon Pack's Luna. If I may say, I feel mighty proud of myself. So, to celebrate, I will be taking my butt down to the kitchen to make Ricky and me a few of his favorite triple chocolate jumbo cupcakes. He loves it when I make them, he will eat them all if I don't stop him.