Russo Brothers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Russo muttered with a mysterious grin, taking a proper look at my outfit—a seldom gown paired with a pencil heel. "Of course, sir," I forced a smile. My throat was suddenly feeling dry; I picked up a glass of water and gulped it all down my throat, which earned me a skeptical look from the people present at the table. "Are you okay?" Carlos leaned in; I gave out a nervous nod. The aura swirling inside this atmosphere is nerve-racking, especially the demeanor coming out of the five prestigious people. The almighty RABBI, the unknown members of the syndicate, not many people know their identity, but a certain incident made me research them. Mr. Russo, the head, and his subordinates—Ajello, Bla

he tilted his head to the side, "You keep piling up your sins, spitfire." There was no use asking what he meant. I knew he would spill whatever the case was anyway. "As of yesterday, a fresh set of Bratva's army arrived in Russia with Ruslan," he eyed me when puzzlement etched on my face, "You don't know who Ruslan is, right?" I shook my head. "Trust me," he massaged the side of his head, "you don't want to know. You worsened your crimes by pitching your tent with Adler,'

BLURB “Why are you everywhere? Why do you appear all around me?” I asked in an almost inaudible voice filled with frustration and weakness “Do I still have to answer that?” He smirked. “Fine, it's simple. You're mine, and I don't plan on letting you go or even sharing you." *** Elena Carter felt heartbroken after finding out her best friend and ex-fiance were having an affair. They called her a liability as she had been with their support after her graduation and her failed attempts to secure a job for over a year. In desperation to avoid the pain that pierced through her heart like a saber, she went to a club where she had a one night stand with someone who turn

I didn't need to turn to know who it was. Cyrus Rossi. The violent brother with more blood on his hands than water. The one whose presence irked my soul. I squared my shoulders and wore a blank expression before turning back to him. “I heard strange noises. Turns out that it's your brothers who are up to no good again.”

The nonexistent struggle mine was of no use, hence I stopped, and looked into the eyes of only one man, the man I considered family, the man who is family. " You will be a fine little bunny. Everything will end sooner than you think. " " Stefano...." was the last thing that left my lips as I look at the stranger in front of me, who just whispered these words comforting into my ears. As if he has no idea that his voice can never comfort me. Ramon Moretti. Brother of Gustav Moretti. The leader of the Russian mafia. I closed my eyes looking into his brown eyes covered by the same pair of glasses, he was wearing the first time we met.

He slammed his fist into Russo’s jaw, sending him staggering. “You stole my life!” Ronald roared, his voice raw. “My empire, my daughter, everything!” Russo spat out blood, grinning like a demon. “You were weak, brother. I took what you couldn’t hold, dying such a pathetic death.” I hated everything now, and now I wish I had listened to him when he said I should stay back. And watching each brother tear each other apart, I felt something else—fear. If that device went off, we were all dead.

he said and the car lurched forward. _______________________________________ The stranger pulled up in a beside a large grey house and he came down, he didn’t even make any move to open the door for me, the door opened and from the house emerged another dark haired guy who looked somewhat like him, I guess they must be brothers. “Jake, where are you manners. You should have opened the door for her” he said and help me opened the door, he smiled at me. “Pardon my brother, he is a bit rash sometimes” he said and Jake turned he smiled slowly.

I wouldn’t be searching for a cure if she didn’t make me a toy to vent her anger upon, making me a walking devil without a soul. “Romeo, the attacker of that girl, he’s the older son of the Russo family and elder brother of Dario, Aurelio Russo,” Luca said, looking at me through the rear mirror. The information quite surprised me as I didn’t know he had any brothers. I thought he was the single child of his family. “He had an elder brother? How come we didn’t know that?” I asked, frowning a little. Those people haven’t done anything yet, it does not mean that they are not going to do anything in the near future.

But the coppery smell of blood hung thick in the air, and the stains on the floor told enough. Russo was crouched in front of a bloodied man tied to a chair. The man's face was so covered in blood, it was hard to make out any of his features. I'd seen all sides of Russo... or so I thought. This version? He looked like a monster. Lorenzo stood off to the side, arms folded, his expression tense and unreadable. I, on the other hand, took the moment to study the brothers. Dark hair. Same cold eyes. Sharp cheekbones. Small, pointed noses. Full pink lips. Muscular builds. Same height—though Luciano looked just a bit taller.

He lowered his hands when he felt the ropes in his legs untied. "Uncle." The little girl stared innocently at the man she recognized, staring at him unreadable. The man called the uncle took his lap by the little girl he loved so much, leaving the room that smelled fishy. The little girl wrapped her tiny hands around the man's neck, staring illegally at the man who had killed her parents lying covered in blood on his head and chest. Without his uncle knowing it. He waved his hand at his parents who were lying stiff. 1 year later ..