روايات وقصص ضمن Straight Man Richard Russo

He gave the gun to my men and once I was satisfied they had nothing on them, I began speaking, “So, your names are?” The obvious master–planner had hurriedly answered. He was too dumb for my liking. He could already sense danger. He could see the dangers, yet, he continued acting dumb. Obviously, their motto would be: “No matter what, act dumb and honest to earn his trust.” Dumb fools! “I am Alessandro Russo and he is,” he placed his hand on the shoulder of the man sitting beside him, “Ricci Esposito.” I nodded my head as my men handed their guns to me. I could feel their gaze dropping as they watched intently the gun sitting on my thigh. When I looked at them, it was obvious Alessandro just

“Give me five minutes. If I tell you about him, you’ll change your mind.” I leaned back slightly, crossing my arms with a playful glint in my eyes. “Alright, Mr. Russo. Go ahead. Tell me about this mystery man.” He grinned triumphantly, as though he’d just won a battle. “He’s tall, ambitious, and has the kind of confidence you’d respect. And trust me, he’s good-looking too.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking my head as I finished jotting down his heart rate. “Sounds like a wonderful resume. Does this perfect man of yours know you’re trying to set him up with your doctor?”

But Richard disgusted her action. Richard snorted at the old man and said, "You are talking about power but you don’t even know that the people beside you are waiting for the best chance to jump to more profitable places." Richard was indirectly aiming at the woman beside him but the old man didn't notice and he just said, "Of course, everyone has their own intentions but the loyal followers in Genovese family would never betray our Mafia family. And it can't be seen in the dirty and fake industry like entertainment family and I still can't believe that where did you got the idea of starting a new life in country Y."

But my eyes wandered back to the mysterious man. "This is Tamira Banks... Our best of the best," Russo said, laughing uncomfortably at his own joke. I cringed. It wasn't funny, you fool. The man turned around and I found myself in great awe. Smooth hair combed to the side and groomed all over. He looked like he had stepped straight off the front cover of a magazine. "Signore (Mister) Cosimo di Maggio," Russo presented him. I reached my hand out to greet him. In response, he flashed his long lashes at me and got comfortable next to the woman, ignoring me and my gesture.

2 Tyler's pov "Why didn't he come in person?" My voice echoed around my big office, I was currently talking to the secondhand man of another mafia clan, Mr Russo, he was short and bald, he had the kind of discription of a crook. He was a crook, a selfish short dwarf, he was not really a dwarf, but I loved to call him that. "Mr Alessandro is busy, and as his second hand man, I'm here to discuss the sale." Mr Russo said.

Alex reminded me. I turned to look at him with a smirk, "no, I don't like to fuck poor men. But if they look like Park, yes please!" I hollered. "Ladies and gentlemen!" A short man in the middle of the fighters yelled into the speakerphone, "hold your horses, the fight is about to begin!" His words yielded the opposite reaction from the crowd and they went even crazier. The plus sized woman beside me spilled her cup of alcohol on me in her attempt to scream her head off.

For a man who has overstepped his boundaries, he was a little too relaxed. I scoffed as I settled into the chair and let the smoke out into the air. “Tell me, Good. Doctor. What sort of a father would you be to let your daughter get married to a man like me?.” Something flashed in the lanky man’s eye as he relaxed into the chair, an amused smile on his face. “Serving your family and moving our cause forward has been my life’s greatest pleasure. Don Russo. A man like you shouldn’t be bothered by the stress that comes with fathering a child.”

“Back off Coleman! Don’t put your nose into someone else’s business!” Russo roared while still pointing the gun at me. As I glance at Achilles, he’s looking at me and smiled a bit. Is he making fun of me? Why he’s still cool for all of this happening. “That woman is my business, Russo.” Achilles’ stern voice echoed. No one’s moving, I can feel Russo’s heartbeat as well. When I thought Russo’s too distracted, I immediately turned around and twisted his arms strangles me. I kick him at the back as hard as I can making him fall on the ground.

Deep, calm, and unrushed. I flinched slightly and turned around. A young man stood there, tall and poised, wearing a white shirt and black slacks that seemed too formal for such a laid-back event. His face was calm, partly hidden beneath tousled dark hair that fell over his forehead. I knew who he was. Or at least, I’d seen his face a few times on business news or during family dinners. Reagan Russo, the only son of the Russo Group owner, rumored to be a business genius and far too mature for his age.

His face was bloodied, his lips ripped, but despite the bruises, untamed defiance burned in his eyes. Jasper strode forward with a terrifying calm, his presence exuding cold authority. "Adams Russo." His voice was smooth, almost casual. "You've been a difficult man to find." Adams smirked, spitting blood on the ground before speaking. "And you've been a difficult man to kill." Hid gaze shifted towards me. "She's pretty, by the way. I can see why you're so protective of your little slut." I blinked, rage simmering inside me. Slut?