Russo Brothers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Troy nodded and started the car, driving out of the estate. They arrived at the secret base. Russell had not set foot in this place for four years. The moment he got out of the car, the decisive and ruthless Russell came back. When they entered the basement, Braeden was interrogating the five individuals who had attacked Russell and Yasmine in the haunted house. Hearing footsteps, Braeden turned around. At the sight of Russell, he stood up from his chair and said, "Russell, are you okay?" Russell nodded slightly, raised his hand, and patted his shoulder, then hugged him. "It's all good! Zoey has come back!"

All she knew was that the man she had married was a stranger, and she was beginning to wonder if she had ever really known him at all. Furina shook her head, trying to process everything both Marco and Yvette had told her. The doubts that had been lingering at the edges of her mind were now starting to solidify into something far more terrifying. If Yvette was telling the truth—and every instinct Furina had told her that she was—then she was caught in a web far more tangled than she had ever imagined.

The boy failed the test, and he's all yours" he laughs again referring to the Russian boy. "And if you can't appreciate what you have, just know I will happily kill for it" the stranger walks before me and I silently gasp. The exact copy of Carl. He has black long hair tied up in a ponytail, his eyes are piercing dark brown, and he looks damn strong. The only difference between the two is that this one has a slight beard and long hair while Carl has no beard and he has shot hair. I look from him to carl amazed. Fuck me. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, I am Rico, Carl's twin brother"

He shouldn't have been so cold; he shouldn't have screamed at her just because of Elena’s drama. But when he turned, he saw a stranger. A young girl. Her brother ran up from behind her, pulling her into a hug and scolding her gently. "Where are you running off to? You’re even mistaking strangers for your brother!" Rocco watched the siblings walk away. He collapsed onto the concrete steps, his tears hitting the rough ground. "Vivian... I’m sorry. Please. Just come home. I’m begging you."

That has me on alert. "Rus was in a fix last night," he takes a deep breath and I nod for him to continue "He called me, apparently he messed with the wrongs guys at a bar. I went over to help him. When I got there, I found out that they were wolves," I open my eyes shocked from his words. He fought with wolves. That can’t be good. "Do you know who they are?" I am worried in case its someone close to me. Shit, he talked about people dying. Did he kill my brothers?

The Rossi brothers, Sergie Rossi and Andre Rossi are into human trafficking. They are who people like Fredrick and Robert work for. Now that Fredrick was out of the picture, the Rossi brothers were planning to hand over their blooming business to Robert, who was Fredrick's partner. "Robert, I heard that your brother Cyrus ran away with a girl whom you were interested in. Am I right?" Sergie asked casually. Even though he is not staying in Chicago, he still knows a hell of a lot of things that's going on in every outfit where he has his business.

I looked over at them and got a kurt head nod from both of them. “And three…,” Aleks came to stand beside me. The dark look on his face as he stared down both of our sisters was enough to make me shudder a little. These Russian brothers are known for their no holds barred explosive tempers. “If another man so much as touches either of you, I will kill them.” The two women exchanged a look of doubt, but neither of them dared to argue back. And as if the threatening conversation hadn’t happened, the table was back on course with the night.

"Ryder and his twin brothers helped me through that hell." A known look on Andrius passed and he led his hand out for him to take which Ryder gladly took. "Andrius, her brother." "Ryder, Elena's brother." He replied, pressing on his words. A wave of warm shock flooded within me and I kept my face neutral as possible. Why was even bothering? But, somewhere deep it felt good...good to regarded as someone's family. Andrius nodded. "Nice to meet you. It may be late but let me convey it once again--a big thanks on behalf of helping my sister."

"What you just crushed underfoot is the crest of my Thorne family, and its honor along with it. Anthony, tell me. How should we settle that account?" The hall erupted. Anthony went white as a sheet, his legs going weak beneath him, nearly buckling to the floor. He looked at Leon and me in disbelief, then at the broken crest on the floor, finally grasping just how stupid a thing he'd done a moment ago. "No... this can't be..." His voice was shaking beyond his control. "A traitor who stole family secrets, how could she possibly..." Leon said nothing, only glanced down at him from above. It was as if a hand had closed around Anthony's throat, and he swallowed his words at once.

He always took me like his younger sister and I did the same by taking him as an older brother. My thought process was interrupted by him. He placed the pads of his palm on mine and I could feel him getting cold. “You don't have to worry about anything anymore. Love who you want, be yourself. Rosco will always be here for you,” he removed his necklace and wore it on me. “Diego, tell me who did this to you,” I begged once more. “The Russians, the Russians…” his eyeballs stopped moving and his face went pale. I shook him rigorously, crying my lungs out. “Diego, the Russians what? Please talk to me, I beg you.”