Russell Adler Novels & Stories

Russo was different, a darkness. "I won't approve this. I'll go with Uncle's choice. We all know Abruzzo needs him, he doesn't." I heard another voice. Dariel nodded with his locked jaw. "Absolutely agree, Abruzzo is nothing without him. Angelo is..." I looked at him. He pulled the chair next to Russo and settled down. I forgot his name, but he was the reason Dave and Jasper weren't on good terms. "I can steal you from André!" Russo said softly, drawing his face closer.

I step forward, posture straight, expression composed. “Welcome,” I say, smiling politely. “We are very grateful that you could join us for celebrating my grandparents’ day.” Mr and Mrs. Russel nod their head at me as if acknowledging me. Before, Mr. Russels gestures toward the younger man beside him. “This is our son, Adrian Russell.” So that is his name. Adrian steps forward, extending his hand. His grip is firm, controlled. His eyes meet mine directly, holding a second longer than necessary.