Sam Larusso Novels & Stories

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)

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 yelled in fear. Russo jumped back, dodging him. He kept his gaze locked onto Alessio. His fists were held tight. Across him, Alessio rolled his shoulders as he prepared himself to attack him again. He looked confident not to miss this time. He lunged forward, lifting his elbow aiming at his jaw. Russo ducked under his arm and whirled on his heels swiftly, he shoved on his back. A smile played on his face, revealing his dimple. He dodged every move with ease like a child's play.

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.

I was so glad that only Luca, and not Alessandro was the one taking me home. I really didn't like that guy. He was scary and looked like a cannibal. I kept thinking he’d rip out a part of my skin and chomp on it in front of my eyes. " Ti sei divertito , giglio?" Luca asked as I strapped myself in the passenger seat of his Bugarti. (Did you have fun, lily?)

Samantha replied. “But, she–” “Babe, you shouldn’t be scared of her, but she should be of you. Let’s go, if they try anything, I will put them in their place,” Samantha said fiercely and took Caro back to her seat. A sound from the stage drew their attention, it was Mr Samson, the CEO of Luxe. He had taken the stage and he held a mic as he led an opening speech, then he welcomed all the guests and a round of applause filled the air.

When I stupidly asked that question as if I can't believe he had actually a driver before, he suddenly chuckled while shaking his head in amusement. Of course, sino ba namang hindi matatawa sa tanong na'yon? Ronaldo del Fuero was a multi-billionaire afterall so he can afford having drivers as many as he want. Dumb Sam! Pretty dumb! "Yes. He had a driver before, Ms. Samantha." Saad nito while smiling at me which I returned with a sheepish smile. "At kahit saan man siya pumunta noon, he was always with his driver kaya nasisiguro kong masasagot niya ang mga katanungan mo."

“Together, we’ll crush him.” She smiled faintly. Teamwork wasn’t her thing, but with Alessandro, it clicked. Russo’s phone buzzed as he sipped his whiskey. Sofia: Got pics of Livia and Dante. Old stuff. Ruin her? His grin widened. Leverage. He texted back: Bring it tomorrow. Livia thought she’d outsmarted him, but he’d hit her where it hurt.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen