Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

My wife and I had kept our marriage secret for three years. Then she became a fraud-busting influencer with ten million followers, and I was the first person she exposed. On her livestream, she sobbed that I was a freeloader who beat her, bled her dry, and even forced her to entertain men over drinks for money. The internet buried me in abuse. Delivery orders I never placed and funeral wreaths piled up outside my door. Her top donor announced he was going to break my legs to get justice for her. On camera, my wife was a fragile victim. Off camera, she was texting me threats. If I did not sign the thirty-million-dollar penthouse downtown over to her, she would burn my name to the ground. Sh

That person's words immediately caused the face of the man with the wine cup beside to darken. "Richard, do you want to die?" Bernard swept a cold gaze, staring at the person who spoke randomly. A man by the side chuckled, "Richard, don't make such a big joke, and don't joke around too far with Young Master McFarland, especially about his reputation..." "Micheal, come over here and take a look. I'm not joking about his reputation for no reason..." This man, named Richard Lester, had a charming face with short, dyed brown hair, always displaying his arrogance. There was a defiant look on his handsome face.

I would rather strip than do that. I didn't like suspense, I craved stability, I had already conditioned my mind that I would spend a long time at the Cellar door, but now this man was about to shift my stability. "You've been requested by Mr. Russo here," he said. I looked at both of them in shock. Requested? As what? "As what?" I asked with sarcasm evident in my voice. "As my sex slave," Matteo Russo said, and I choked. I didn't just choke, but I laughed out of my heart. This had to be a joke.

“Glad someone finally is staying in that mansion!” That man giggled. “A mansion? I think a mansion is obviously a cap! Anyway, I am Richard!” He offered a handshake to Sonya. Sonya glanced at him and took his handshake. ‘He seems nice and humble!’ ‘His handshake is so strong!’ Sonya pulled her hand before the man stunned her unconsciously and made her stupidly clumsy.

"Nicholas, this is no night to be hanging Christmas lights, son. It's eighteen degrees." "Tell that to Mrs. Ricci," I tell him, gesturing to the window where she waves to the Russos and glares at me. He glances at the house, and I see the tightening of his mouth. From what I see, Russo seems to be a fairly decent man, although with the sheer amount of wealth he has, I'm not a hundred percent sure. The kind of money he and Ricci have never comes without someone's hands getting dirty—not to mention the fact that he's in business and friendly with Sullivan Ricci. That's two red flags.

I closed my eyes, and though every inch of me is screaming don't turn, I still do and why won't I, I am going to produce his next kid, he can't do anything to me. Hence squaring my shoulder, and giving myself a lot of pep talk in my head, I turned but no sooner did my eyes catch his brown, I melted in a puddle. When I said my man can put all these strippers to shame, I wasn't lying. Suit Alexander Russo is hot but casual Alexander is going to be the death of me. He is sinful. Wearing a fitted T-shirt, putting his muscles for the show, with denim, my husband looks nothing less than a delicious meal.

As if this penthouse is more owned by women than men. "Hello, brother." Lorenzo greeted the man with gray eyes similar to his but hair of darker shade than his. Nicolas Mario Russo, head of the black market auction and one of the most rich business man. He is a handsome and married man. There were so many chaos before his wedding but nothing was clear since he keeps his life confidential. I saw as his gray eyes brightened when his lips tugged upward in a small smile before he greeted his brother back, "Feels nice to see you again."

“What’s your plan, Russo? We can’t afford any more setbacks. We need to strike back at Viaan Adams before he gains any more ground.” Mr. Russo’s jaw clenched with barely-contained anger, his tone dripping with frustration. “I’ve decided it is time for me to step into Adams Corps finally,” he declared, his voice low and menacing. “I’m done playing this cat-and-mouse game with Viaan Adams. After the humiliation he inflicted upon me, I refuse to cower in the shadows any longer.”

Russo begged, heart pounding as he scanned the room looking for an open door. The man sighed. “You’ve been saying that for? What? Three years now,” he said, brows tightening in annoyance as he tilted his head left… Suddenly his eyes fell on Aria and he straightened back like a cobra. Mr. Russo's eyes flew wide open in shock and he started shaking his head. The man's gaze was sharp, making Aria feel naked. “Mr. Russo, you have no valuables, no assets, no property, no money… Nothing,” he said as he scanned the cracked walls, broken bottles, fluctuating lights and a trembling figure in the corner. He paused with a calm that spoke dangerous.

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.