Novel & Cerita Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds

“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.”

It passed a message across perfectly. "The fact that you think that you can make kneel before you is laughable. The fact that you believe that you can orchestrate some sort of half-assed revenge against us is pathetic and sad. I would have destroyed you even without all these restraints. I would have beaten you within an inch of your life because I am not the target you probably thought I was. I am Alessandra Rinaldi Zolotov, the daughter of the Head of the Cosa Nostra and the wife of the Head of the Bratva. You messed with the wrong bitch and I plan on avenging every single woman you have hurt."

the wife asked Antonio, her voice barely above a whisper. Antonio chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. “I am giving you a chance to punish him for his sins,” he replied, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “And you care about his name,” Antonio said in a menacing tone. “But if you must know, his name is Jacob Rossi.” The wife’s eyes widened in shock as she realized the identity of their target, her hands trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “The only son of Rossi Enterprises,” she whispered, her mind racing with the implications of their mission. Antonio’s grin widened as he watched her reaction, knowing that their plan was about to unfold in ways neither of them could have predicte

Bitch. The little girl's name is Sasha. I watch, shocked, as Michael bends, picking her up and cuddling her. I lift my eyes, and they lock with Layla’s; her lips tremble as she smiles at me, trying to hide the tears brimming in her eyes. It kills me to sit quietly beside the bastard while he lavishes attention on Sasha and ignores Layla. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Sasha is Michaels's daughter, but Rose is not her mother.

His eyes stayed on Daciana as he stalked her, cautious of every movement she made. I stepped in between them. “Davies, this is Daciana. Robert, Adam, and I found her being attacked by Landon in the woods. We suspect she's a rogue and that this might have something to do with the red moon.” I whispered the last part of my sentence to him, ensuring that Daciana didn't hear me, but to my disappointment, she did. “What's the red moon?” She asked. “And what does it have to do with me?”

“Name it.” Ross considered this for a moment. Then he said, “You have a daughter.” Richard froze. “No,” he whispered, knowing fully well what Ross was driving at. “Rebecca Jefferson is your daughter, right? She is a very interesting young woman. I heard she is doing very well in the modelling industry,” Ross said calmly. “Young. Healthy. Valuable. A lot of my clients will find her very intriguing.” Richard shook his head violently. “Absolutely not.” Ross’s expression darkened. “You want me to carve your son open instead?”

He kept his head lowered, carefully stopping a respectful distance away from the imposing figure, sensing the dangerous aura that always radiated from the boss. "Capo," the assistant spoke, his voice low but sharp with urgent reverence. He bowed his head slightly, waiting for permission to speak further. When the figure didn't move, the assistant swallowed hard and delivered the news. "We have obtained some important information regarding the Rossi brothers. Our deep-cover sources indicate that the daughter of the Valli family, June Valli, is the brothers' absolute weakness."

“Your father made this decision without consulting me! He insists that it is good training for his future position as alpha, but I still have my reservations. This is most likely an elaborate ploy to try to stop him from succeeding in taking the position he deserves. Where is this enemy that you claim to exist in your territory?” “That’s what we are trying to find out.” I respond before I can stop myself. “If we knew where they were, don’t you think we would have already taken care of them?” “And who are you?” Jaxon demands. "Oh, wait, I remember you. You’re the daughter of that criminal, Roger! Why my brother allowed his son to marry a woman like you is beyond me, but I won’t…” The rest of