Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

"Three nights ago, two shipments were stolen from me.. twenty of my men dead, a very pissed father on my neck.. I haven't had the best week. " Santo leaned back into his seat and looked at the man opposite him, Russo... Russo was supposed to be his partner, he was supposed to be loyal, but you know the saying; 'when you give a kid a ladder he aims to build a castle' that's exactly what Russo was trying to do and Santo saw right through his fake smile and false obedience.

but something underneath it had gone very cold. “I’m just saying.” Richard laughed, a short, ugly little sound. “Man to man. She comes home smelling like your cologne some nights. Did you know that? Course you did.” He took another drink. “You think I’m an idiot. Everybody always thinks I’m the idiot in the room.” “I don’t think anything about you at all,” Luca said. “I think you should go find your wife and get some water before this gets embarrassing for both of us.” “Don’t.” Richard’s voice sharpened, some ugly edge cutting through the drunk haze for a second. “Don’t talk to me like I work for you. I’m not one of your assistants you can just dismiss.”

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.

Anastasia, who had not yet discovered when he had hatched this scheme, gently retaliated, saying, "I get it, you are no mafia and scared by your disease which is not powerful enough to snatch your life out of your body." "Haha! This is how you characterize a guy, whether he is Mafia or not, and I must tell you have a horrible wit. I am not afraid of my illness; I simply do not like it when people fail to listen to me when I ask in a nice tone," Richard stated with a straight expression as if he was implying that he could go further if necessary to get Anastasia to obey his orders.

“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."