Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

he chuckles while he looks around. "Tsk...why don't you attend to that bleeding nose first, old man? It distracts me" A cluck of the tongue escaped as the old Di Lauro pointed at CEO Cornet's bleeding nose. Samson Cornet was taken aback after earning the old man's attention. The humor in his voice did not abate the fearsome vibe surrounding him. "I can't believe you're beaten by a mere woman. Such a puny man. It only takes a platter to knock you and she's pretty fast" Vittorio Di Lauro scoffs in disgust. Mockery laced his gaze as he stared at the CEO's bleeding face.

“That’s enough weightlifting for today. Do some meditation instead.” The chatter dies completely, replaced by a tense silence. Serena's sharp gaze lands on Mara. “And you,” she says coolly, “are fired.” Mara’s face twists in outrage. “Fired? For what? Telling the truth?” Serena smirks, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “No. For failing in your duties as a coach. You broke the law of confidentiality by humiliating one of the participants. That’s not leadership—it’s incompetence.” A faint smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, breaking through my embarrassment. For the first time, someone stood up for me—even if it’s Serena, who doesn’t particularly like me.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.

the doorman who was suddenly behind me said, “Mr. Romolatti has arranged to have his car take you home.” I looked from the doorman to the chauffeur and back again. Finally, cursing under my breath I just got into the limo. This guy was too much. If he thought he could coerce me into this ridiculous scheme of his just by showing off the big bucks, he had another thing coming. Sammie Fucking Romo didn’t have one cent to his name that wasn’t dirty, and I wanted no part of that. I had the limousine driver drop me off at the garage

Soon, the call got a response. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SAM!" He moved the phone slightly away from his ear as he heard the raging anger on the other end. "Open the main gate for me, Old Man." "IF BEATRICE GETS A SCRATCH, YOUR LIFE IS AT STAKE, SAMUEL AARIC CYRIL!" "Don't hinder me from destroying the other parts of Quassano," Sam said, raising his body. Although Rulli slowed down the car, Sam looked at him cynically. "Step on the gas, Rulli. Ignore the inspection."

Joemar Russo’s POV I’m great at two things—winning and fucking. Depends on the day, but I always take my skill set seriously when it comes to women and my career, and my secret Mafia dealings. I go big, especially when screwing up my life, when my sister Alyssa, Dante and Enzo Russo were gone with my life, my secret life. “Good job, Russo.” Jansen Chavez’s voice breaks through my thoughts. Good is relative, I suppose, but Saint Elise Racing’s race engineer isn’t bad for my ego.

Our long conversation was cut short when a man interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt but Luciano needs Ms. Martinez in his office." He spoke. He had a italian accent too. His curly hair sat on top of his head. He was about 6'1 and he had a nose peircing. He was wearing all black too. Does no one know what color is? Sam rolls her eyes and scoffs "That's Nico, Luciano's annoying right hand man." She say pointing to him. Nico sticks his middle finger at her. I stand up and Sam stands up after me, grabbing my arm. She begins dragging me towards the stairs.

Name: Lucas Montevecchi De Marchi Age: 28 Birthdate: Novembre 16, 1987 Birthplace: Italy Origin: Italian Current City: Boston, Massachusetts Current Country: United States of America Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Dark Brown Height: 6' ft. Occupation: CEO; De Marchi Merchandise Father's Name: Gerlando De Marchi (Alive) Mother's Maiden Name: Aurelia Montevecchi (Alive) Serious Medical Issues: Mild Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder (OCPD; In therapy)

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.