Novel & Cerita Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds

Rossi now answers, you too a bitch and also a daughter of a bitch, did Lionel fear? Open the gate someone you can devore has come, I am Rossi the very untrained daughter of my parents, yes I have come here to display my lack of home training and my slot work, in your compound today, I am not you the fearful noise maker, who has been moving about spreading fake news about me, spoiling my name up and down, I have come to tell it all to your dirty filthy face, that the battle line you have drawn, even me is ready for the war.

He crumpled like a rag doll into the water with a splash. “Who the fuck are these bastards?!” I shouted, reloading my gun. “Rossi’s crew!” Vera yelled back, changing her magazine. “I saw the tattoos black scorpion on the neck!” Rossi? My blood turned to ice, then straight to lava. How did he know about my transactions? That psychotic son of a bitch had been sniffing around my territory for months, but ambushing me during a deal with De La Cruz? This was bold. I guess Mrs De La Cruz is in the clear then.

Calix turned alert. “Your f*cking daughter is just as worthless as you but I won't let her ruin my image, Rossi,” he growled, touching the trigger of his gun. Koen Rossi's eyes watered because everyone in that room was aware of how his hand never shook while taking a life. “But now….you will pay for your f*cking daughter’s action,” he spat at him. “No…please…please let him go,” Lavena Rossi joined her hands in front of him. She fell on her knees and cupped his leg.

Rossi answered Tony. "That's when Roberto and I first really realized what we had on our hands." "Yep, and she's kept us on our toes ever since then, so boy I'm telling you, you're gonna pay for that stunt, watch your ass. I would at some point like to rock my grandchildren on my knees if you know what I'm saying." I couldn't believe the leader of the mob world was sitting in my car gossiping about his daughter like a doting old woman after hitting a man that was out to kill him. I live in a fucked up world?

Her eyes on me "Why are you so calm though? I thought you'll be afraid of him?" "I told you he didn't force me to come here, I agreed to marry him" I informed her and watched as she regarded me with pure disbelief. It seems she doesn't think her brother could ever find a woman who would willingly want to marry him. "Let me formally introduce myself" Then I stretched out my hands for a handshake, she took it. "I'm Serena Rossi. Unfortunately, the daughter of Chester Rossi, the Don of Chicago family" Her eyes widened in such a way that I'm afraid they would fall out of their sockets.

I had no plans of belonging to any woman…especially not the daughter of the man I hated more than anything in this world. Damiano Rossi. That bastard still haunted my nightmares. The things he did to my family, the blood he spilled, the way he ripped everything apart and ran like a coward. I still woke up some nights with his name burning on my tongue. I was going to ruin his daughter. Slowly. Thoroughly. I wanted to see how good it would feel to have his precious girl sucking his enemy cock willingly, begging to be my slut, spreading her legs for the man who would destroy her father.

"Grace..." Later that night, in the Steele family's underground interrogation room. Farrow sat in the shadows, toying with my revolver. Betty was bound to a rack, her delicate makeup a ruined mess. "Who are you?" Farrow's voice was like ice. Betty lifted her head, her eyes filled with venom. "Who am I? I'm a daughter of the Rossi family!" Farrow slammed the gun on the table and stood up. "The file is all here." Zac threw a folder at Betty's feet. "She's Marco's illegitimate daughter."

Clean hit. Rossi crumpled to the ground, blood staining the snow. “Target down,” Marco confirmed. But as Riccardo’s voice cut through the comms—grim and low—they realized the truth. “That was too easy.” Back at the estate, Riccardo stood over Rossi’s body, eyes unreadable. The traitor had a small data chip sewn into his jacket. Encrypted. Isadora worked on decoding it, sweat beading at her brow. “It’s not financial data,” she said finally. “It’s personal.”

Underboss number two, Tommy, picked up on the first ring. “Boss.” “Tommy. Break the alliance with the Rossi crew effective immediately. They moved products for Agatha last quarter. It was guns laced with silver and other artifacts.” “Threaten them hard. Tell their don I’ll personally put a bullet in his favorite son if he doesn’t give me everything he knows about her operations. Locations. Contacts. Routes.” Tommy hesitated for half a second, just long enough for me to hear the doubt. “Boss, that’s nuclear. The Rossis have been reliable. Starting a war with them could…”