Robbie Rotten Novels & Stories

"You're getting slow." I spin around glaring. "You're lucky I didn't break your nose." Matt just grins completely unbothered. "You fight like a raccoon." He's tall in that effortless athlete way—broad shoulders, dark hair, familiar eyes, and the kind of confidence people spend years trying to fake. Robbie's younger brother. Quarterback. Pack golden boy. Unfortunately, also one of my favorite people alive. "Missed you too," he says. I shove his chest lightly. "You're an ass."

Russo said as he opened the refrigerator and took out a pitcher of juice. I snorted inwardly as I watched them in shock. "He doesn't look like a man of juice but blood. " Matt muttered, I chuckled under my breath. My gaze met the cold gazes of Amateo and Vene. I pressed my lips together. "I don't know you. You attended my wedding." I told the new guy, ignoring Vene and Amateo. "I'm Park Moretti." He said as he strode across the table and settled down at the front chair. "I joined outfit three years ago." He said.

I stared at her pitifully. “What's your name again?” I asked. “Tracy.” I sighed heavily. “Rachel. Abigail. Mary,” I snapped my fingers. “A good one! You can ask Lena, he says that to all of them.” Her eyes widened in shock. “Seriously, Rosie. Why the fuck are you doing this?” I hummed softly before walking away. “What do you think, Tommy?” I asked, pushing my hair back. “Doing the Lord's fucking work.” I turned the corner, gaze locking on the bold class 3-b tag.

In a fit of rage, I shouted, "What nonsense are you guys talking about? Logan is the homewrecker here! That boy is the illegitimate child, not my Nancy!" A few snickers rippled through the crowd. A pot-bellied man swirled his drink and scoffed. "Everyone knows Mr. Stone and Ms. Gibson have been together for years. He's her right-hand man—it's common knowledge!" Another woman chimed in. "They have a solid relationship. If you ask me, I bet this young man just saw her wealth and came here looking for a payout."

On the eve of our engagement, he caught me lying disheveled on another man's bed. He then called off our engagement and got engaged with Anna. No matter how many times I explained that I had done nothing, he never believed a single word. Just like now—my friend, forensic scientist Sam Jones, said that the severed arm found in the hotel that day was likely evidence of a dismemberment case by criminals. After a basic database comparison, it was highly probable that the arm belonged to me, who had been missing for a week.

Once Robbie told me he is involved in some illegal business including killing people. But I know it's not his fault. Two years ago, my monstrous parents had put a broken glass on my tiny throat and made Robbie promise that he'd join this shitty job. Robbie was twenty years old then and he could just decline and leave the house long ago but he didn't because he cares about me more than his own life. I watch Robbie's tensed frame, gulping the lump continuously like he's walking in the Sahara desert making the tattoo of a dead rose on his neck tremble everytime.

Why did I suddenly want to punch the wolf in the face? Well, I could answer that last question. Rob was sitting in the armchair across a small table from me, enjoying two fingers of thirty-year-old Macallan and looking incredibly smug. He seemed to be waiting for something, some cue that he could begin his latest performance. “Rob, really, I need to get back to my girls,” I finally said. “What’s on your mind, and where is this after-party you all but demanded I attend?” “Oh, now, this is the after-party.” He smiled wider.

The day before my wedding, I canceled the ceremony and went to the hospital alone for a major surgery. I ran into a doctor I knew in the hallway. She looked at me in surprise. "Mr. Santana? You were still worried last week that the surgery might affect your wedding. What made you change your mind all of a sudden? "Didn't Ms. Jenner come with you?" I lowered my head and pressed a hand against my stomach, which was hurting so badly I could barely stand it. My heart felt completely empty. "She's busy. She's downstairs with her lover and getting a prenatal checkup behind my back."

All he had ahead of him was a painful death without his family by his side. There was one silver lining in Robby’s short future though: His incubation period wouldn’t be long. The neglect he’d suffered, both at the hands of those who’d kicked him to the curb and that he’d self-imposed, had led to a serious case of pneumonia. His immune system was shot to hell. Robby was already refusing solids. His hair was falling out. The night staff reported screams coming from his room. It was all there in his notes.

Rob smiles as he winks at me. " You know you're cute right? Like you're literally the sweetest person in this house." I tell Rob. I see the blush creep up his neck to his cheeks as he bites his bottom lip trying not to giggle. Rob shouldn't be a mobster. He should be a college graduate with an office job. I imagine him being vicious and shooting a gun at his rivals. That's gonna be super hot. " So you're saying I'm your favorite person here? I'm gonna be thinking about this all night." He tells me and we laugh.