Straight Man Richard Russo Romane & Geschichten

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Grandpa stood in front of me and Alexander. He gave Alexander a shoulder pat while grinning. "Now you are truly part of the Mourinho family. I'm leaving my naughty granddaughter to you. She's a little stubborn, but I'm sure you can handle her well." I honestly felt sorry for Grandpa. He trusted Alexander so much, that he didn't realize that he had been deceived by the man. Despite Alexander's ability to manage a good business, he was a greedy man who wanted to control Grandpa's wealth. And I'm sure that's his main reason for wanting to marry me. Look, he doesn't even seem to care about my status as a widow. Whereas with his good looks and the wealth he has now, I'm sure he can get a beautifu

I smirked. “Well he is still the richest man on the planet by a mile so I will say no," he said and I laughed, placing my hand on his shoulder. “I have always told you you will make a very fine stand up comedian, Russell," I said. “I tried that once but was thrown out of the place. I don't think they quite get my jokes," he joked with a straight face and I couldn't help but laugh some more. Russell really has a great sense of humor. I guess that's why we get along so well...

ELENA THEN. Lorenzo Russo sat comfortably on the worn couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle. His dark suit, perfectly tailored to his lean, muscular frame, hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His dark hair was slicked back, highlighting the sharp angles of his face and the strong cut of his jaw as it caught the low light. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, swirling the amber liquid lazily, the ice clinking softly against the glass.

"Now, suck my cock. Get me hard for round two." I knelt, taking him deep, swirling my tongue as he hardened. "Tell me about Marco. While I blow you." He groaned, hand in my hair. "Ruthless. Works with Americans like your man. Cleans messes bodies, trails. If V3's texting... you're marked." I deepthroated him, gagging slightly, tears pricking. "And Richard? Meeting him today?" Javier thrust gently. "Probably. Heard whispers gringo paying for silence. On a girl."

he said, stretching his hands for a hand shake. “Hi” I responded, returning his hand shake. “You look so familiar, like I've met you from somewhere”. “I'm Antonio Russo, What's yours?” “I'm Catrina's Lombardi” I responded, my eyes fixed on the table trying not to meet his gaze. “Care for a drink?” He asked, pouring a glass full with champagne stretching it towards me. I gave a nod. “Now let's raise a toast to more money and power” Vincenzo raised his glass up.

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.

Richard mocked. "Excuse me?" Stephano asked coldly, his death glare making me shiver in fear even though it wasn't directed at me. "You heard me, you're still a child in the mafia business" Richard said, a proud smirk on his face. Stephano leaned back on his chair and looked at Richard like he was some sort of dirt not belonging here.

"Because you just can't, you keep viewing me as your Father's friend and keep letting me off. You don't want your Father to be disappointed in you for having to kill his friend." Luca chuckled at this and chugged down the drink in his glass "I knew you were a coward but I never knew you were stupid as well. I'm not that small boy you think I was anymore. I killed De Lauro Greco my Father's best friend because he asked for it." He brought out the gun from his jacket and flashed it at him. "So what makes you think you'd be any different." Russo swallowed "I've been letting you off because whatever you did, didn't affect me, but you took my goods, and that involves my money. No one, I mean no o

That's Russo. "All hail the Mighty one!" He chanted again but I didn't bother to turn around before replying him. "What do you want, Russo?" I snapped at him. "isn't it enough that you've been a thorn in the flesh lately?" He sat in front of me and crossed his legs. "A thorn in the flesh? I haven't only been that, DeMarco. I have been also a pain in the ass— your fucking ass." He mocked. "I know I'm a bad guy."