Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

(Shut the fuck up) Antonio chuckled. Of course, my best friend knows why I can't cum and it is because of the brown-haired beauty that swarms my mind every damn day. "Speak Antonio I don't have the whole day to listen to you muttering about Laila." Antonio cleared his throat and said, "It was Lorenzo de Russo." I was appalled by the information delivered.

NARRATOR “Sir, just as you ordered, I took that Luca guy’s phone when he slammed into me trying to escape through the crowd,” the man said, glancing at him in the rearview mirror. Angelo was the one who reached out and took it from his deft hands. His driver had once been one of the most “talented” thieves in the city, until a bossy woman who captured his heart and a baby on the way made him go straight. “Well done, Patricio.” That was all Lorenzo said.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

He then received a text from Fatso. Samson opened the text. Fatso had sent him a video. The video showed a young man scratching Logan’s car using an awl. The man walked out of the car park after scratching the car. The video then showed a different scene. It showed the man standing on the street outside the hotel. It seemed like Fatso’s friend had helped him track down that person’s whereabouts! “F*ck this!” Samson cursed as he walked out of the car park. He used to be a gangster in the past. After Logan saved his life, he started working as his chauffeur. Given his hot temper, he simply could not tolerate the incident that he had encountered today!

I just answered him with a deep sigh before stepping on gas. "Allow me to save our Luna." He said and I swear I heard mischief in his voice. What a pain in the ass. Just hang in there, Carmela. I'm coming for you.

“No curse words, please, Sergio.” Sergio continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. “— that blind snail should go back to carting!” he fumed hotly. “Driving like a man scared to touch his controls. My eighty-eight year old abuela can drive faster than that pequeno mierda—” The interviewer swiftly cut him off. “Thank you, Sergio.” “I better not see him anywhere near me.” “I'm sure Lucas would do his best to avoid you, Sergio. Leo, congratulations on your seventh consecutive win. Take us through the process of how you're feeling right now.”

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.

I can't be the only one suffering at the moment. "Samantha, we are not going over this again. You are marrying him and that's final." Him being Lucenzo Carrero, one of the most powerful and deadliest men in Italy and the second son of the largest crime family in Italy. His family has connections all over the world. Carrero rules in the United States and several South American countries. His family is power and their second son happens to be my fiancee. Rumours have it that Lucenzo left his family's cartel and has carved out a path of his own, but even if there's an inkling of truth to that, it still doesn't change the fact that he's a Carrero.

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

*** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991 Age: 34 Nationality: Italian Birthplace: Florence, Italy Citizenship: Dual—Italian and American. Accent: Smooth, refined Tuscan Italian. Languages: Italian (native), English (fluent) Former Title: 4th-Year Surgical Resident at St. Augustine Medical Centre, Manhattan, NY Specialisation: Trauma surgery & neurosurgical procedures Medical School: Sapienza University of Rome. License Revoked: July 2024 Revoking Body: New York State Board for Professional Medical Conduct