Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

"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 Everything around you would be superseded only by me and your movement, too,”Lorenzo De Russo says, cutting his brother short.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.

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?

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?"

[Sammy] “So let me get this straight,” Luis takes a large drink of his frothy IPA, the sides of the glass dripping with condensation as he sets it down on the table next to our basket of corn chips. “This goddess of a blonde comes up to YOU, you, Little Sammy Salazar, buys you a drink, drags you into a bathroom, and does wicked things to you in said bathroom for three hours and you didn’t even get her name?” he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’re cute and all but I call bullshit. Pure m****a. That’s like porn movie crap.”

“Clearly you were up, so it’s-“ he paused, scrunching his nose. “Oh, I was interrupting. My bad.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a sharp breath, my patience far too thin to deal with his lack of self-awareness. “Get to the fucking point, Dean.” “Okay, okay, sorry.” He said, putting his hands up in surrender as he slumped on the armchair facing us. “So when I got back from the… disposal… of that last rogue, I reached out to the neighbouring packs to see if they had had any similar attacks. Obviously I expected that I’d hear back in the morning, but surprisingly Marco got back to me straight away.”

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

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

“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