Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

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."

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.

“I caused it….I am so selfish…he just asked me to help him by getting married to James Russo…but I..I ran away…today I returned and got to know the heart attack…. I am so selfish….Leo said I don’t understand the word family…he is right…ugh! I don’t know how to solve this matter…” I let out a sob and Selena was quick to engulf me in a tight hug. “So who is this guy again?” Emerald asked as she opened g****e on her mobile. “James. James Russo….” I spit it out. I am so hating this dude. “Oh my goods! This man is freaking hot and so damn rich!” Emerald gushed out making me roll my eyes۔. “Show! Show!” Selena left me and grabbed the cell phone from Emerald’s hand.

I wrapped my arm around Lea’s shoulder, taking her off guard. “Indeed, it is.” I said, my eyes hardening at the man. “But we must get going.” Cosimo smirked, knowing that he ticked a nerve before he looked down at Lea once again. “My offer is always there and my doors are always open for you, Lea Auditore.” He said, watching as we took a step back. “Until next time, then…”

The smell of breadsticks fills our nostrils when Robbie opens the door. “Thank God they have breadsticks. I was going to scold the management if they didn’t have any.” Robbie says, and he turns toward me. His smile is for me, and our eyes our happily connected. A burst of familiar laughter waltzes into Little Italia, and my happiness wanes. Samantha Laplow and her loud flirtatious giggle fill the entrance waiting room of the restaurant. Her laughter is the reason Robbie stops looking at me, and when his eyes find Sam, it’s clear to me that he will never lose that twinkle in his eyes for her. That lust in his heart for Sam is a fire, a fire that I will never be able to put out.

I explained everything that I knew from Lucas' sister. "What's your point Veronica?" she asked, still confused. "Their cousin's name is Sam," I said. "I don't get it, Vy. What really is your point?" she asked irritatedly. "Sam, Gail." I stopped as I felt a sudden pain in my chest, "Lucas is Samantha's driver. I-I mean, at least that's what I thought. She's from Australia. Their cousin's name is Sam, and she's back from outside the country. Doesn't it make sense?" I asked, frustrated.