Russo Brothers Stranger Things Novels & Stories

"And I have fur. You're an advanced alien species—like me. Everything I told you is true, and I just want to help—I can show you my alien spaceship if you want?" "Bertie's freak show act was enough, thank you." "Bobby's freak show." Stralath corrected. "His name is Bobby. And I'm worried about his mysterious brother. We can't find him, and Bobby refuses to reach out to his sibling. Our target could be anyone." "He's the one who wants to kidnap me?" "Yes. They're vibrios—from an enemy pod. Let me help you—we can restore your fisheri abilities." "So that I can swim to my father? I have no memories of that water world. But, you'd want to use me anyway—to communicate with the fisheri."

Sunny leaned against the closed door and pressed her ear against it. "I thought we got rid of that bastard ages ago," another familiar voice spoke ... Rico.. sunny guessed, "dad's not gonna be happy about this" "That's exactly why we'll keep our mouth shut and take care of this ourselves," Santo spoke and the room went silent. "That's not the only thing," Rosa spoke. "it's about Russo" "Russo's dead," Rico answered. Sunny's eyes narrowed in confusion... who's Russo? "Yes.. and behind he left a very pissed off son.. Avac d'amigo.. he's the one that led the attack on us back at home.. daddy's boy wants revenge Santo.. he wants you.," Sunny's eyes widen.

Scratch that, if it was Cassius, he should be typing on his phone now, but he was going through my stuffs like it was the first time coming into my room. “ Aren't you the one in my room now?” I sent him a message, which he replied instantly. “ No, does he look like me?” Cassius sent another message. “ Yes, there's no much difference, other than your voice and scent.” “ Shit!” He sent, and my heart raced. “ What happened?” I asked. “ That's my twin brother, Russius Riven!” My heart almost jumped out of my mouth. Cassius had a twin brother? An identical one at that?

A symbol of a different kind of power. Two more men climbed out from the other side. They were not here to eat. Brian rushed to my side, grabbing my arm and pulling me behind a fallen table. Stay down he hissed. One of the strangers surveyed the damage and smiled like he had just walked into a pleasant surprise. His accent when he spoke was thick and unmistakable. Russian. He looked straight at me. Hello little Marchese girl he called out. My blood ran cold. We have been looking for you.

He sat with a smug expression, eyes darting around like a predator scanning for prey. “Hello, sir. I want to continue my stay and pay the rent now. Sorry for the delay,” I said, pulling out the money. But to my surprise, he didn’t even move. My hand froze mid-air. “You can’t stay here anymore, not after what you did to my brother. ” He said flatly, rising from his chair. “Wait—what? Your brother. I don’t even know him. Here is your rent and you can’t just throw us like that.” My brows furrowed, and I kept my index finger on my forehead, trying to remember who his brother was.

"By The Russ. I don't know who the fuck they are. I just got an email from them regarding you and the job and also receipt of the already made transaction. I don't even know how they got my details. I didn't want to do it at first. I was hesitant knowing the type of power you wielded in the underworld but they demanded for their money back and they would also kill me if I don't do it. I just had to" He explained, breathing heavily. Bullshit. But The Russ, who are they? Could they be the ones responsible for the attacks on my men recently and those death threats? I've never heard of such crime gang before.

“Supervillain? Don’t you mean superhero?” He shook his head, very sure. “The supervillains are cooler.” Before I could answer, Ivan blurted, “Deal!” Then jabbed a finger at his brother. “But you have to promise not to steal it anymore.” “I promise,” Rus said quickly, eyes shining with mischief. I watched his right hand slide behind his back. He crossed his fingers. “We should start our lessons as soon as possible,” Ruslan announced, like he had a schedule. Then he peered toward the yard. “Can we go play in the backyard?”

"What, the all-powerful Russo Famiglia can't fight off some upstarts on their own?" "We're not what we were before my father died." Which is true to a point. We lost manpower and some business, but the Famiglia's in overall good shape. The problem is the Bratva. "What happened to the lovely Don Russo, anyway? The old bastard's rotten black heart finally gave in? I wish I could say I'm sorry I missed the funeral, but I'm not. I'm only sorry I wasn't there to watch him die." I meet her eye as coldly as I can. "My brother-in-law strangled him to death for murdering his family back when he was a child, and we forgave him because my father killed my mother when we were children, and he's my best

“Down dog. I am offering my help.” I look at him quizzically as he casually leans against a tree with his arms crossed. He has dark jeans on with a plain black tee shirt and black leather jacket. The stranger has thick black hair and brown eyes. He eerily looks like Ryan and I notice Isaac immediately bends down on one knee like he is addressing royalty or something. “Who are you?” I get more annoyed as the stranger smirks and tells Isaac to stand as if he vexed with my question. “My name is Tristan. I’m Ryan’s brother.”

He appeared so pitiable with his hair all over the place and I really wished I could do anything at all to help but there really isn't much I could do for either of us at the moment. Just as I thought to quit the bullshit and ask him how his night was, the metal door that has only been opened once since we got in here started to open again and I swallowed hard and turned briefly In Adrian's direction as our eyes met for a minute there before I recoiled in horror while they stepped in and this time, fully confident and without their masks. I've seriously never seen either of them before but isn't that guy in the middle some Serial killer on the loose? He most definitely isn't but my brain fee