Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

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?

"Welcome! The food is ready, and you can dish out anyone you want in the meantime!..." "Here's your new car key and your new driver. Carpo would be responsible for taking you anywhere you would want to go from now on. Everything around you would be superseded only by me and your movement, too,”Lorenzo De Russo says, cutting his brother short. With the car key he had just thrown at me, a very tall, dark, broad-shouldered man appeared immediately. He got his head bowed to the floor, and his face was a bit too frowny.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

He liked that she was feisty—a woman who knew how to keep him on his toes. He didn't let her get far. He broke into a light jog, cutting her off to stand directly in her path. His sudden movement forced her to come to a dead halt to avoid bumping into him. "I am Luca Santoro," he began, his voice dropping into a smooth, confident cadence. "I work for Luciano Mancini as his primary ally and right-hand man. I earn a six-figure salary and own my own apartment, this car, several properties, and have millions in the bank. Is there anything else you’d like to know about me?"

“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.

Lucas answered with a small smirk on his face before grabbing both the glass and bottle of bourbon off the table Harley paced around in the same spot while trying to make sense of the mess she’s into and how reckless the people she’s with are, well especially Lucas. “Roman aren’t you going to say something??” She sighed in frustration “I’m just as lost as you are, you do realize that what you did was risky” Roman said “And utterly irresponsible!” Harley added Lucas wasn’t really looking like he gives a shit about what they were throwing tantrums about; he laid on the couch and drank his bourbon directly from the bottle

“And I won’t be reduced to a function. I understand that I am being brought here to be questioned, and I am well aware that my presence here is annoying you, Luna… but I do not intend to cross you.” “It is not for you to think that you can cross me.” I opened my mouth to speak but was surprised when she raised her hand, stopping me from speaking another word. I bit the inside of my mouth and swallowed my words, knowing not to challenge the Luna. Elara’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t argue further. She understood that I was quiet out of order, not submission. Luna Isobel leaned back slightly. “You may go,” she said, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. “We’ll revisit this conversation anoth

He then opened his mouth to speak again but I brought my finger to his mouth. "Hey!" I said nudging him. "As I say to our sons, you don't need to have the last word." He rolled his eyes and paused for a moment. "Fuck you too," he blurted after a few seconds. "Max, be the bigger man," I said as Leo's phone began to ring. "Hello," he said. "Luca?" "Yeh, it's me. Basically, do you still need those guns? Because I got ambushed by Guillermo, someone fucking shot me and my car has broken down so I might be a while," he replied.

I beamed while watching the black car begin to spin out of control and crash into the two that followed behind. "Great, now let’s get the hell out of here." Silas announced. Nodding, I began to turn, but stopped as a loud bang rang out and the car jerked to the side. "DAMMIT!" Silas roared, attempting to regain control. "THEY BLEW OUT A TIRE!" Sucking in a breath, I braced myself as a large truck slammed into the side of the out of control car, causing it to go off the street and into a pole.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.