Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Twisting both her hands, I pinned her to a nearby car and shoved her face into the roof. "Asshole! I'll kill you just the way you killed my father." She screamed and tried to get out of my hold. "Your father should've known what he's going to get, Barbara Elsionè." She's Rocco's daughter. When she came to my casino for the first time, I knew she was here on her father's instructions. Twenty-eight with a fine body, she thought she could fool anyone. She's done that to many before me and helped her father in his business. But life doesn't unfold as you like all the time. There are some maniacs like me who like to decide the course of their lives... As well as others'.

“He is purchasing ammunitions from the Russians.” Anger flares in my chest and I clench my fists. The only way you can buy ammunitions is through Ivanov who was the don to the Russian mafia and was supposed to be partners with me so why is he helping Rossi? I gesture for Silvester to go on. “Your wife, she was the stripper at the club right?” He asks cautiously. I say nothing, just stare at him blankly. He continues rambling. “Rossi has been keeping tabs on her whereabouts so-”

Her eyes opened fully. She saw his face. Her father. Gideon Hale. Marching toward her. She screamed. The entire diner turned to look. She clawed at Dean, shaking, trying to hide in his arms. “That is my daughter. Hand her over!” Gideon shouted. “She is a grown woman who does not want to go anywhere with you,” Dean snapped back. “Sit down and eat your food.” “She is an Omega. A runt. She belongs to us,” Gideon growled.

The Whitethorns' empire was massive, stretching across the globe and crossing both sides of the law, and the Blackscale Syndicate was in charge of handling the dirty, messy work behind the scenes. "You're with the Blackscale Syndicate!" I exclaimed. "Well, well, well, this chick knows her stuff. You even know about us Blackscales, huh?" "I'm Rosalie, Dominic Whitethorn's daughter. Your leader, Whitefang, is my personal bodyguard. That symbol? I was the one who drew it. Now untie me, and I'll spare your lives! "Otherwise, you won't be able to handle the Whitethorns' wrath." The burly men froze for a second, then erupted into raucous laughter.

“During the meeting, I received a mindlink from one of my warrior wolves patrolling our territory. They had a message for me. They’d found something else. We sent Young Gammas Ayon and Aron downstairs to get you at this point.” “The rogue not only had a map of your territory, but they had a photo of you, Arienne.” The world swam before my eyes. Why? There was nothing particularly special about me. I wasn’t the Alpha’s daughter, I wasn’t Jacob’s Luna – I wasn’t even an adult, not yet, not really. I sounded surprisingly calm when I spoke. “Do you have any idea why?” I asked.

"We’re going to the East District. Lower-tier housing. The target is Miss Seraphina Rossi. We are to secure her with absolute respect, but absolute authority. No one stops us—not the police, and especially not the Rossi family’s private security." As the blacked-out SUVs roared out of the Mordrake basement, Rocco reviewed the file one last time. He saw the photos of the hospital bills, the blacklisting notices, and the leaked photos of the scandal. He caught a glimpse of Seraphina’s mother, Clarissa—a woman who looked like a faded version of the girl who had breached Czar’s sanctuary. "You have no idea what’s coming for you, little Rossi," Rocco muttered as the sirens of the lead car began t

s Mrs. Rosa’s stomach sank, a cold weight settling in her gut. “Beta? You mean that he is Thomas’ son? But… but my daughter doesn’t know about your kind! She is innocent. She has no idea what happened before we moved! She is human, Eartha. Please, can you all just leave my daughter alone? Why target her? Why involve her in something that’s already done?”

"That's Isabella, the daughter of Marco Rossi, the head of the Russian Mafia. I heard she's got her eyes set on Cassian." Caleb raised an eyebrow. "Is she the one who's a bit... unhinged?" Leo nodded, his expression turning wary. "Yeah, that's her. She's known for being a little possessive and fiercely competitive. Word is, she's been after Cassian for a while now."

he smirks momentarily before covering up any emotion he holds for Emma. "You are?" I frown. How did I not know this? "Yes," he nods. Ah, that makes sense. Of course, it does. But if Rossi is at the heart of this, then why did he agree to send someone who would stop at nothing to protect the very daughter he kidnapped himself? And why the hell did I keep him from doing his damn job? Pinching my nose, I close my eyes and take a minute to add things to my mind. Things aren't adding up, and it's giving me a headache.

"Find out how he's sending these. I want that phone traced, disabled, and destroyed." "And Russo?" Livia asked. "Leave him in his cell." Alessandro's voice was ice. "Let him think he won. It'll make it sweeter when we prove him wrong." An hour later, Rossi's press conference played on the TV. He stood at a podium, cameras flashing, looking every bit the hero. "Today, we've dismantled one of Milan's most dangerous criminal organizations," Rossi said. "Russo and his accomplice, Sofia Conti, are in custody. We've seized evidence of corruption, blackmail, and conspiracy at the highest levels. This is a victory for justice."