Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

Graham said carefully, "that Elena Rossi didn't die in an accident. She was killed. Deliberately. By someone who wanted to keep her quiet." "Who?" Hazel asked, her voice barely a whisper. "That's where it gets complicated," Graham said. He set down his water glass with shaking hands. "Your mother discovered something. Something that threatened multiple families. Multiple organizations. She was gathering evidence, documents, and financial records. Proof of crimes that went back years." "What kind of crimes?" Kai asked from the doorway. Graham looked at me. "Money laundering," he said. "Drug trafficking. Human trafficking. Your father –Carlos Rossi was involved in all of it. Deeply involved.

"Master, we have got very wrong information. Duke Rossi wasn't at all the way he was described to everyone. Instead, he was a powerful and active man. He does not have lots of women but yeah, he has a three year old son. Recently, the biological mother of the child has appeared there and started creating trouble to get back her son. But, you know Rossis. They are too powerful to mess with." "So? What do you suggest? How are you connecting my daughter with them?" Harper frowned again. "Very simple sir, you just have to go to the former Duke, Anthony Rossi and confess everything. If needed, just beg him and be vulnerable. Once he is convinced, then ask Chloe to step out of that place and try t

He stood there with it in his hand, breathing hard, staring at the mess he had made. He set the figure down carefully on his desk. Then he sat down, pressed both hands flat on the desk, looked at the wall and made himself be very still. She was Roric Vael's daughter. She was in his territory because the Council had forced it. She was a name on a document. She was the seal of an arrangement he was going to use and dissolve the moment he had what he needed from it. She was not his mate. She was not anything. He said it firmly enough inside his own head that he almost believed it. Then his wolf turned toward the east wing again, deliberate and certain, and the belief cracked straight down the m

He snapped his fingers, and his men appeared. “Godfather,” they slightly bowed. “Throw him out of this house and make sure he leaves.” He ordered as he turned his back against Liam. “What if I told you that it was Yulia Sofia Rossi who ran over your parents car?” Liam yelled out. “She was the one who caused the murder of your parents.” “Then find her!” Alexander glanced back at Liam. “The only lady I know is Yulia Solia Storm, and she is the one you met today.”

Jecob bended to her level and whispered "Don't worry Mrs. Rossi, I know you are a mom, and a mom can never leave her children even if children betrayed their parents but parents can't show their back, And I am going to fulfill your dream, your daughter won't be blamed for your murder and after all who is going to believe so, someone needs to take that blame and who can be the better than this girl Emily...." Please ....."Mrs. Rossi again begged him but he ignored her last request and "Since you need to die in all circumstances, then why not, after all it will the perfect time to die, during post mortem your time of death and her appearance are also going to match...." he moved away from her

The way she came apart beneath me, crying my name like salvation. She didn't know who I was. And I didn't know who she was. We were just Ryan and Stella. Just two people who found something real in a world of performance. That has to mean something. My phone rings again. Marco. "Did you find her " it's complicated." "How complicated?" "Remember how Father wants me to destroy the Rossis?" A pause. "Oh fuck. She's a Rossi?" "Antonio's daughter. Maya. She runs their media operations."

"My bad. This is Zita—Zita Rossi." My head jerks toward the woman tied and gagged on the bed, and that's when the recognition hits me. This is Rossi's only daughter. He's got two sons, but she's the only girl and—the apple of his eye. A slow grin makes its way onto my face, and I begin to relax my stance. "Well, it looks like you found yourself in a little bit of a pickle now, didn't you?" The beautiful woman glares at me as she starts yanking at her hands, trying to free herself. Her mumbling is unintelligible, but she continues as she fights the ropes.

“Ever met someone from the mafia?” The man shook his head so fast it was almost comical. His son whimpered behind him, still clutching his sleeve. “Shut up already!” Alerina snapped at the boy, her patience gone. “I can’t hear my uncle over your whining. One more sound and I’ll sew your mouth shut myself.” The boy clamped his lips shut instantly, tears still streaming silently down his face. Leon chuckled, clearly entertained by her cruelty. Leon turned back to the father. “That disrespectful girl you were about to strike?” He gestured toward Alerina. “She isn’t just any brat. She’s the only daughter of the De Rossi Mafia. Heard of them?”

“I dug into the Rossi's history a bit to catch up and I found news.” “I’m so done with news at this point,” I grumbled under my breath. “I looked for a connection between the Di Falcos and the Rossis. Apparently, Helena Rossi, the daughter of the godfather of the mob world, Giuseppe Rossi, was married to a Di Falco. Because of many reasons, she and her husband used the Rossi surname, and had two daughters, Patrizia Rossi and Isobel Rossi.” “Patri-Zia Rossi,” I repeated. “Iso-Belle Rossi.” My eyes rounded with amusement. “Oh, fuck me. The cousins didn’t die ten years ago.”

Nico “So, what you are saying,” I say as I sit directly in front of Aurora in my office. She leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. “Is that somehow this Yelena woman is the daughter of a Russian woman, was given up for adoption and taken in by a Russian family. That the Sokolova family are Mafia related? Is this for real? I thought there was no mafia connection?” She rubs one of her perfect arched brows with her forefinger. I can see the pulse going in her neck. “That would be correct, Boss.”