Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

He thought that all of this was something he could easily get over without breaking a sweat but as it stood, he realized that all of this was bigger than him and the earlier he got on with it and solved it, the better for him. "What is that look on your face? I assume that things didn't go well with the woman?" Rita asked. If there was one thing about Russo, it was his ability to tell that something was wrong even without Connor saying anything. There was just something about him that told Connor that the man was very wise in age and in years. "Yes. Something is wrong, I discovered it while talking to her." he said. Russo wiped his mouth with the napkin, he had finished eating and he called

XXX Alexander Russo POV Why in the hell was everything so chaotic lately? My business partners Ashton and Eliseo had women locked up in their basements with no real plan other than to keep them there. I didn’t realize we were in the capturing women business, but alas, here we were. The final partner, Janus was on a rampage because Paradise Island had a drug dealer plaguing the island bringing in contraband, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out who it was. This little contraband issue was causing problems for me since I was the one heading the police force and security. I was fucking failing miserably right now. What a shit show. Running a hand through my hair, I fell back into the so

But just as the thought crossed my mind, a man who Logan had been talking to before made his way over. “Oh god,” Logan said under his breath. “That’s Richard, and he’s drunk. He gets talkative when he’s drunk, and he’s already talked to me for—” “Hello again,” Richard, a middle-aged man with a beer belly said as he approached, his face red from the alcohol. “Logan, I wanted to—oh, hello there.” He paused, eyeing me up and down. “Hello,” I said stiffly, leaning into Logan just a little bit more.

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.

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.

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.

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."

“What do you want me to do? Crawl back to her and beg like a dog? You don’t know me, Marco. Not really.” Marco chuckled, standing back up and crossing his arms. "Oh, we know you, Richard. That temper, that pride... it's what makes this so fun. But I've decided to give you a little gift." He motioned to his men, who started untying the last ropes around Richard's legs and pulling him to his feet. Richard stumbled, his body weak from the lack of food and constant abuse, but he held his head high. He refused to give these men the satisfaction of seeing him truly broken.