Straight Man Richard Russo の小説・ストーリー

I could help smile I and Edward had already released a movie known as 'My Rich Billionaire Is Dumb' last two months, and that movie is now a hit in the entire country. Yeah…. The both of us acted it, and when Edward came back into my life, I was finally able to write the script…. And both of us were the main leads. In life….. I have gotten to know that there are a lot of people who face a lot of difficulties in life, but the fact that they still decide to remain strong is what makes them human.

The men holding him had been talking about it—gossiping like hens—that his own wife had left him to rot in this filthy room. Across the room, the man in charge, a broad-shouldered brute named Marco, stood watching him with cold amusement. The door behind him creaked open as one of his henchmen walked in. They exchanged a few words in hushed tones, but Richard could only catch bits of their conversation. "He's not worth the trouble anymore… the boss is getting tired." Marco nodded slowly, his eyes narrowing as he looked Richard over. For a moment, Richard thought he might be in for another round of beatings, but instead, Marco’s lips twisted into a smile.

He growled at him, "Don't fucking push me." "Does she know how filthy rich you are? Does she know you are a murderer and you run one of the deadliest mafia organization?" "Why can't you fucking stay out of my business?" He had dropped the gun now, his fists were balled by his sides with strained knuckles and his face was red with anger. Russo smirked enjoying Jace's reaction, "How about I tell her how daddy passed you around and used you daily as his sex toy?" That statement pushed Jace to the edge, he leapt over the office table to where Russo was and tackled him to the ground, he wrapped a hand around his neck and landed a punch right in his face.

Black jacket, black t-shirt and a cap which covered his face. El Russo was a six feet seven tall man, with dark brown hair, deep set amber eyes, rose coloured lips and an easy angled face, he was a perfect ten in a man. His hard trimmed muscles bulged against his t-shirt, and he stood towering above Irina's average frame. As she walked out of the school gate dressed in a shirt, brown trousers and matching coloured blazers, he unconsciously smiled. To him, she looked way more beautiful than the pictures on her phone. She was younger than him, yet, every feminine feature in her body seemed to call out to his masculine needs.

With a wide as sunshine grin, she says, “I’m Madonna, and who are you, sir?” He wiggles on my back in laughter. There’s something about shaking hands that he finds so fun. He’s been known to mimic me at headquarters when I’ve brought him around. Taking her hand, he shakes it hard. “I’m Cullen Russo, son of legend Joemar Russo.” Oh shit. I chuckle this time with my hands out. “I swear to God, I did not teach him that.” “Uh-huh. Sure you didn’t.” Rubbing her bicep, she plays along. “Wow, you are strong. Thought you were about to take my arm off there.”

And, yes just after I said that he sat up straight, and he looked at me curiously before he realized his abrupt reactions. "Who is Alexander?" He frowned, now looking at me intently with eyes burning with curiosity. "He's just Alexander Russo. A dashing Italian billionaire, who owns chains of bars and restaurants," I chanted with an overly sweet tone. I sounded a bit giddy to make it even more believable, but still watching him closely. His hands are clenched, but his expressions are emotionless.

"Martini? You bet on the classic." "The classic is best, isn't it?" he looked at me. "I agree, Mr. Someone." I smiled. I hated pretending to be nice when I wanted to smash his face right now. "My name is Richard. Richard Valentino. Won't you tell me your name?" I smiled. "Not yet, Richie." I surprised him again. "I definitely haven't seen a woman like you." he said. "Are you telling this to the all other women?" I laughed. And he laughed, too.

I finally let it out, releasing a long breathe after I did. "Hmmmm..." He smiled without a teeth out. "You sound like a fan girl right now. Don't tell me you have a crush on whom I'm thinking. You know, it'd be quite difficult to make the right guess as almost every man in the Russo family are very established. But then, my best bet would be Francisco! It's him isn't it?" He grinned at his supposed discovery, making me fall in love with his perfect dentition. How was I going to tell this man I had no idea who this 'Francisco' guy was? I was about asking who he was when Manuel spoke up. "It has to be Francisco who would have a full grown lady fan girling over him this way. That's what he gets

Another screams, pouring a bottle of tequila on his chest. Lyon finds a plastic chair and sits backward on it, wearing a sly grin. Russ and I appear to be the only ones not smiling or doing something foolish. Russ walks toward me. He has a couple of inches on me, probably 6’5, and he is muscular and bulky. His deep brown skin glows naturally, with sweat lingering on it. “You the boss?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Why are we celebrating?” I ask, trying to sound as professional as Russ or at least come close. Now I wish I had paid attention to the lessons my father tried to instill in me about looking and acting professional.