Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

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…”

“She’s innocent in all of this. Dragging her in could compromise the entire operation.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “Thorne, you are my finest field operative. I hope you haven't grown emotionally attached to that family?” “Of course not, sir,” I said quickly. “A daughter of a criminal is never truly innocent. Don’t let her pretty face fool you.” I swallowed hard, fighting to keep my expression in check. “I need you to get close to her,” the Director continued. “Use whatever means necessary, charm, trust, manipulation, whatever it takes. Get her to open up about the Rossis. I want names, connections, everything, before the kickoff party. Am I clear?”

I let my head sink into the soft pillow, feeling the feverish warmth of her body envelop me completely. I lay staring at the dark ceiling of the penthouse as the early morning hours ticked away. That girl was a Rossi. She was the daughter of the man I needed to systematically destroy to secure my shipping routes in Chicago. She was the human shield of a trafficking investigation I intended to crush with blood. But seeing her full body completely disarmed, sleeping curled against my chest as if I were her refuge and not her captor, brought a cold, cutting certainty.

It wouldn't be easy to do, political bullshit never was, but so long as it was clear to everyone else that we're a family under the same banner: Everything else would fall right into place. "You know if you had told me when I was younger that one day I would end up mated to a crime boss, and a Demonic crime boss at that, I probably would've punched you in the face." "I have no doubt you would, Alex, were you bullied as a child?"

Veronica says after I placed her on the floor, still clutching to me. " what?" I ask and look at Victor. " His name is Borris Kaminski. He was a friend of mine a long time ago. He told me he fell in love with my daughter and wanted to marry her and I agreed. But than I found out what he did, you see I never killed Damon, he did. He never forgave me that I let Valentina escape and he was the one who told me that she was alive and gave birth to a girl. I couldn't possibly trust a La'Rossa to take care of my blood. The whole marriage arrangement with the Sinclairs was to secure her" he explains and all I can do is look at him in shock.

"I know, and I'm sorry. Work has been crazy lately, and I haven't had much time for anything else." I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment in my chest. "I understand that you have a job to do as the alpha, but I just wish we could make more time for each other." "I know, and we will. I promise," he said, coming over to sit next to me on the couch. "But there's something else I need to talk to you about." I raised an eyebrow, sensing that this was going to be important. "What is it?" Alexander took a deep breath, looking directly into my eyes. "I heard from a reliable source that Dominique was Annabelle's accomplice in the attempted kidnap on you."

"I'll handle them when the time comes. And when I do, there won't be anything left of those Capone scum but ashes." "That's what I like to hear! Those vermin are nothing but nuisances. Once I've got Illinois in my grip, you'll be the top dog of the Chicago Outfit. And Salvatore's sister? She'll be nothing but a piece of meat for you and your wife Luna to use and abuse however you please." Rossi's lip curled in disgust, "I wouldn't involve Alessia in this, she is still the mother of my child." "Mother of your child or not, she's just another piece of ass to be used and discarded. You need to toughen up, Rossi. There's no room for sentimentality in this business—"

Lucian said, keeping his voice low but commanding. Chris frowned, crossing his arms. “And you are sure this is necessary? She’s just a lady. Do you really think she’s that much of a threat?” Lucian’s gaze flicked in my direction briefly before returning to Chris. I quickly moved my eyes away, and my ears stood erect again. “She’s not just a random lady, Chris. I didn't expect such a response from you. She’s the daughter of a traitor. If we underestimate her, it could cost us. I won’t make that mistake again.”

“You think your father killed him. To keep the secret. To keep all the money.” “I think my father doesn’t like loose ends. And a partner who knows you committed a multi-million franc fraud is a very loose end.” Lorenzo’s eyes were locked on the documents. “This is it. The proof. Not conjecture. A provable crime. Fraud. Theft. And a motive for murder. We take this to the authorities. The Italian financial police. Interpol. It’s a cross-border crime. It brings down the Rossi financial empire, and it implicates Katerina as an accessory after the fact. She would have known. She was his daughter. She inherited everything.”

Papers fluttered out, photographs spilling onto the surface like pieces of a shattered truth. "My daughter is Anastasia Russo, and I have the proof to back it up," Rossie said, her voice steady but laced with the kind of quiet fury that matched my grandfather’s. I stepped forward instinctively, my hands clenched into fists, ready to drag her out of here. She had no right to come in here, stirring up everything we had worked to rebuild. My family—my life—was on the line, and I was ready to shut it all down. But before I could reach her, Rossie spoke again, her voice ringing out with a clarity that made everyone in the room stop and listen.