Rossi's Daughter Criminal Minds Novels & Stories

I was aware that Mr. Malakhov was trying to get rid of the man his daughter was involved with. Because any kind of relationship between a Bratva member and the Italian Mafia was considered betrayal. He wanted to end this by killing the Hayden son before the rumors spread and affected him personally. “Are you threatening me?” I asked, holding his gaze, not wanting to seem hesitant. He smiled. Still the same calm expression on his face. “Lesandra Russetti is your mother, right?” he said. “I heard a lot about her. And the most impressive thing I heard was that she was intelligent.”

She will be brought in, quietly, efficiently, without alarm. Vince spoke quietly, almost hesitant. Boss, she has no known enemies. No connections to the criminal world. Are you sure she’s the right target Lucian turned toward him slowly, eyes dark and unwavering. She is the daughter of Marco Russo. That alone makes her the target. Everything else is secondary. But the faint stir in his mind, the pull he refused to name, persisted. She had courage, intelligence, and an untouchable quality that made her stand out. That combination was rare. Dangerous. And yet, it intrigued him.

“It seems she is also involved in such crimes. I believe she is planning something. She has been visiting shady people, but I couldn’t find out who she’s meeting yet.” “Figure it out and let me know.” Ross nodded his head. I shut the file. The start of work is hectic indeed. I recalled the riddle left by Kellan. Could it be Rosalina's child is the one who could be born with cursed power? Rosalina is a Lycan prostitute whom Altair enjoyed, as he loathed and always preferred Lycan whores. It’s possible she could have a pure Lycan heir, inheriting abilities as well, and not a hybrid. It happens. I texted Ross and also my spy to keep an eye on everyone, even Ross, as he is new and I am not famil

He next went to their department, the chemical department which holds a wide range of compounds that are exclusive to their organization. "1 hour and 33 minutes," Andruis, the leader of the mafia organization, greeted his daughters as soon as they entered his office. Well, don't be surprised dad, it would be a little early if it weren't for your daughter, you know who she is," Ashleigh replied as she joined her father at the table. Ivory provided him the documents he had requested. Vanessa continued to stand, drawing Andruis' attention to her. "I already know what you did," their father laughed. She had a horrified expression on her face as she looked at Ashleigh, who was chewing gum while c

He was my personal bodyguard, the one who was always around me all the time. "And the owner of the club?" I asked. "He still refused to give cooperation. Carina must have paid him to shut his mouth. I even needed to bribe his employees privately to get their testimonies." Carina Rossi, indeed I shouldn't have underestimated her capability just because she was a woman. After all, she was fated to replace her father later as the new Mafia Donna of the eastern region. She seemed weak before because her father kept pushing the idea of marriage between her and Ricky so she would have backup when she takes over the eastern region. But now, I didn't think Carina Rossi was all that frail. Obviously

' Nia says, doubt weighing heavily on her mind for some reason. 'There's no coincidences here, Nia. The time frames match too perfectly. Their daughter would be around Rosie's age. Plus, Talon will be able to smell if it's his daughter. It's in our DNA to be able to smell those types of things,' I say, thinking about Leon's baby. I was still struggling to get past what had happened. I couldn't help but think if I had just tried harder, but at the time, I had used every ounce of power I had.

“You’re crazy.” “She’s not,” Zuri said. Everyone stared at her. “You have to go. Or someone else will die instead.” I looked at Rosa. She nodded. “I’ll go.” Dickson’s POV We prepped fast. Too fast. Something felt off. “Are we really trusting a vision from a child?” Grim asked. “She’s not just a child,” I said. “She’s seen things before they happen.” “She’s just a kid.” “She’s my daughter.” He nodded. “Then let’s protect her.”

With clumsy fingers, I secure a small sample of the powder and one of the pills, sealing them in a spare cosmetic bag. The evidence feels radioactive in my palm. My mind races, a cyclone of fear and fury. But through the storm, one name emerges, clear and singular: the only person ruthless enough, connected enough, and perhaps, perversely, invested enough to help me wield this knife. I dial the number. “Mrs. Alexandra Rossi!” The voice that answers is smooth, familiar, and sends my heart into a fresh, frantic gallop. “Rossi!” I correct, my voice sharper than I intended. “Just Rossi.”

Again she gave me that cold, venomous smile. “Get to the point, Regina.” I figured we were on a first name basis. “Rossi was a deranged man conducting experiments on innocent people to save his daughter.” “Yes, among other things.” She took the folder and put it back into her briefcase. “We need someone with your skills to take down a similar organization.” Not again! “The fuck do you think I am? Some vigilante?” The woman was making me itch to snap her gorgeous neck.

My jaw clenches. “I’m sure if I was the one that interviewed Isabelle,” I lean back, “I would have known something about her wasn’t adding up.” “Well, you do have a point.” She pouts, giving a shrug. “Turns out her real name was Daria Ross. Daughter of the mafia lord, Von Ross. She also went to Crystal High with y’all. Same grade level.” Oh.