Rio 2 Roberto Novels & Stories

I asked raising the eyebrow in question. “I…. I came to meet my family….here,” he said with no emotionless tone. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “here?” He stepped aside on my question and pointed to the three graves behind where he was initially standing. My eyes wandered to the names written on grave pedestals; Liliana Russo…. A great mother and wife…. Benjamin Russo…. A loving father and son….. Rose Russo…. A loving daughter and sister.. A gasp escaped my mouth and I realised that I really know nothing about my future husband…

Ricardo was shocked and thought, ‘ why is he following him? Ricardo asked him, ‘ Robert! What are you doing here? Are you chasing me?’ Robert got panicked and there was sweat on his forehead, he couldn’t say anything to Ricardo. Ricardo asked him again, ‘ are you listening to me? I am asking you something.’ Robert replied, ‘ no, I am not chasing you, I am going on my way.’ Ricardo didn’t think more and replied to him, ‘Oh, I thought you were following me.’ and laughed.

Elena turned slowly— and saw a boy kneeling in the snow. Her breath caught. Roberto. Young. Maybe twelve years old. Blood covered his mouth and nose. One eye swollen dark purple. Snowflakes melted slowly against bruised skin while he struggled weakly to stand. Elena’s chest tightened painfully. A man’s voice thundered somewhere nearby. “You are weak!” Young Roberto flinched visibly. Elena’s stomach dropped. Another figure approached through the snow. Tall. Terrifying. Roberto’s father.

Liam's trained voice asked. "Miss Hunter may have company. Roberta "Robbie" Marino. Also goes by JR. As in—" "Roberto jr. Special forces. Two tours in Iraq. Adoptive daughter of notorious Mafia King Roberto Marino. Shoots first, asks questions later. Heard of her. She's a nasty piece of work, Mr. Chancellor. Allow me to assign someone to you as well," said Liam, spitting words at me that I already knew.

"Does he have a third daughter? Because that must be some prime pussy." I see Rylan's hands ball into fists and I hope he's not stupid enough to hit his much-bigger brother. Instead, he growls, "Maybe you can fuck her brother, Giovanni?" "No thanks," Roberto says dryly. "So, what're you going to do about this?" "About what?" "About Solana, you dense idiot." "Nothing." "And why's that?" "Because there's nothing I can do. I've had time to think—we both have—and I keep coming to the same conclusion."

He sighed deeply, stared at their faces before continuing. “It was unfortunate that he died early and another person’s death. Ever since then, My once dearest friend Roberto has turned his back against me, he has been doing everything it takes within his power to bring me down, I think it’s because of the influence of his secretary Ann, I’m here to announce that I would not be a part of the beef, no matter what comes my way, I’ll never betray Roberto.. I can see all what has been going on recently, from his daughter running away from the house because she found out about his affair with his secretary Ann, the two kids he has with Ann leaving under the same roof with him and avoiding him..” M

Bianca smiled when she saw him walk in. Robert helped himself to a drink before bothering to speak. “I was wondering when you’d call me in,” he said, pouring slow like he had all the time in the world. “Didn’t think you had the balls, Antonio?” “What's your deal with Santoro? I promised you freedom and in exchange you cease to exist, what happened to that? Have you forgotten what you did?” Antonio said, turning at last to face him properly. Robert gave a lazy swirl of his glass, watching the liquid spin as he sat down. “Funny. I thought what I owed already got buried years ago.”