Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

And she was going to be in deep shit when the reinforcements got to her. "Yes, Alpha." "She is the daughter of our new Beta - and she is not a threat to anyone in the pack, unless she feels threatened. I would recommend that you relay that information to the wolf that is with her, and to the ones that are going to her. I do not wish to deal with the trouble that will be caused by all of them if they were to attack one another." "Yes, Alpha."

“From what I understand, he has next to nothing to do with the Mafia. He’s an innocent young man.” Rossi scoffs. “He’s the son of Manfred Valderrama. Makes him guilty by association.” “That’s a terrible way to view the world.” “Don’t preach from the moral high ground, Thorton. It doesn’t suit you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just as bad and you’ll get what’s coming to you too.” I shake my head in disbelief. “You hacked into our phones and lured us outside of the hotel. How long have you been watching us?”

DAMIEN I had noticed her the moment she was dragged into the throne room. Even in chains, the daughter of a criminal, Rosalia Muller commanded attention—not with the practiced grace of our court ladies, but with something far more intriguing. Her dark red hair caught the light filtering through the stained glass, creating a halo of crimson around her face. There was a wild beauty in her desperation, in the way she held herself despite everything crumbling around her.

Tonight, however, they found themselves on the same side, their common enemy being Rosalie Bianchi. Rossi settled into the chair beside her; his presence had Selena pushing down her nerves. Something about him sent shivers down her spine. She wasn’t sure if it was the scare than run down half his face or the fact that he’d killed her father right in front of her to send Roman a message, a message Roman ignored. Her father wasn’t important enough for Roman to take note of. Fion held a glass of whiskey in his hand giving her a crooked smirk. “Do you, have it?” she asks.

Maybe a sadistic smile, but that doesn't count. "Who is the special someone?" Asked Sanchez. "My daughter." I smiled wildly as I thought of my little princess and how she was going to be in my arms soon. The mafia princess is coming home. My thoughts of my baby girl were soon cut off by all of them asking, more like yelling, "WHAT?!!!" Shouted all of them.

In the meantime, I kept working on my computer before a message from Aldric popped up on my screen. “You're the most beautiful thing in my life," it said. I just smiled before replying with a heart. We kept chatting for a while before Jenny finished so we could go home. “I heard Melissa Ross has been coming to our offices ma'am. Is everything OK?" Zoe asked. "Yes, it's OK. Why? I mean do you know her?” I asked. “Yes. She's the deadly mafia boss's daughter, and everyone around here knows her, ma'am," Jenny replied.

"This is the background of that woman, Sofia Ricchi. She's not just some casino dealer. She's an undercover plant from the Lupo family. Lorenzo's an idiot to fall for a honey trap and believe he'd found true love." I looked at the photos on the screen, where Sofia posed with our rival family. A cold smirk crept onto my lips. So, this was the truth. "Donna Rossi," Antonio said, pulling me back to the present. "Even with all this, it might not be enough. Either Lorenzo's been feeding those old geezers well, or he's got dirt on them—they just won't switch sides so easily." "I'm aware." I shut the laptop and looked at him. "The box Papa left behind—is it still here?"

ROSA My hands trembled as I held the police badge I'd found hidden in Marco's room. Detective Marco Rossi, Chicago PD, Organized Crime Division. The morning light caught the gold shield, making it gleam accusingly. I'd snuck into his room at dawn, determined to find proof of what I'd overheard last night. The badge wasn't hidden as carefully as it should have been—almost as if he'd wanted me to find it. A commotion from downstairs interrupted my thoughts. Angry voices echoed through the halls—I recognized Daniel's father, Vinny, among them.

They were the scum of society and one of the reasons why it was so hard for our family to step away from the mafia business. No matter how much we wanted to go legal and do things on the right side of the law, there was no way we could leave the city to be run by people like Royce. This would be a f*cking hell to live in. Colby knew that, and I knew that. He was a f*cking cold-blooded psychopath. Just like his father was before him. The Lennoxs had a history with the Fays from way back. They were a sensitive topic, one we barely mentioned inside this house if we could avoid it. Royce’s father had been responsible for the death of Rosie’s mother.

“She and Serena were close. If Serena’s going to show up anywhere, it’ll be there. We can just… wait and catch her.” My father’s face lit up, like she’d just handed him a blueprint to salvation. “That’s my smart girl,” he said proudly. Of course. My mother didn’t look convinced. She tapped her screen again, then frowned. “There’s a report on the news,” she said slowly. “Someone named Rossi got arrested by the FBI—something about drug trafficking. Is that the same man Serena went to dinner with?” She held up her phone. The image of Adam Rossi flashed across the screen, grainy but unmistakable.