Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

That's when he realized his boys had been trying to get his attention for a while. "Bossman, that's your doctor lady, innit?" asked Ruskie, one of his boys. He had a Camel unfiltered cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His right leg was a prosthetic because it had to be amputated due to a big fight he had two years back. Ruskie was Russian by way of London and had a particular propensity for setting fires to buildings with people in them. He was currently working on the root of the problem with the prison therapist.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly and breathed out a soft laugh. “Now here’s the thing between being rich and being jobless like you fellows,” Roman said, his voice dropping lower. “You guys go around beating people all day and having sex, being completely useless. I, on the other hand, worked my way up to glory. And with that glory comes power.” The men looked at each other again, this time more amused than before. One of them let out a loud laugh and slapped the shoulder of the guy next to him. “Is this guy a comedian or what?” he said. “Bro, we’re about to fuck you up.”

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.

On my first day at the villa, the production team hands me a mission card. I read it. "Welcome to 'Where's the Straight Guy?', a reality show where 12 male contestants will be living together for one month. Only one of them is straight, while the others are gay. Every week, two people will be voted out. If the hidden straight guy makes it to the end, he'll win ten million dollars." I'm at a loss for words for a few seconds after I finish reading. Then, I look up at the director. "Your team does know what the words 'male contestant' mean, right?" The director looks me over—my short hair, black hoodie, chest hidden under a sports bra, and my five-foot-nine height—then checks the applicatio

Instead, one man stepped out. Just one. He was older than the Triad, covered in expensive Italian wool, and he looked like he owned the entire building without even trying. He had this cold, aristocratic face that probably made women throw themselves at his feet, and the way he moved was so smooth it was almost irritating. Dominic Russo. Even I knew that name. Everyone knew that name.

Alex stood up abruptly but was pulled down by the doctor. "Control yourself!" he warned him. "It would be rude of me if I do not introduce myself. I'm Anthony Russo. Your awesome and winning competitor" the man on red suit chuckled. He had a goatee around his chin and a long black hair that he packed as a ponytail. "I see you have hurt yourself. If only you committed suicide, it will be good because your existence in this world is a pain in the butt". "Hey!" Theresa snapped, held her hand in the air and narrowed her brown eyes at him. "And who are you to speak like that?"

Sarah said sarcastically. Was this lady mad and deliberately courting death? Which part of her eyes saw Richard as ugly? If only she knew that she was speaking to Richard Wilson, the world's most ruthless, powerful and business tycoon, perhaps, she wouldn't dare to be this careless. Again, Richard's lips curved into a wry smile as he seized Sarah up and stroked the rim of his cowboy hat before calmly saying,

In the dark corner of the driveway, two tall figures hid in the shadows. One of them visibly angry and the other calm as he stared at the enraged man. He clenched his fist as he glared at his friend. "What the f**k,Russo?" He said through clenched teeth. "What the f**k was on your mind? What the f**k were you thinking?" Russo remained unfazed,his expression betraying no emotion as he remained silent, taking a huge puff of his cigarette.

“Wrong answer I mumble dropping his wrist and flicking off an invisible piece of lint off my suit before casually walking away and heading back towards the stairs. Elena Roman Russo is here right now and he just broke a man's wrist in front of me and then casually walked away. What the hell is going on, …..

Russ assisted and took them inside. "Well how about the drinks? It's not gonna get down by itself!" "Sorry, pal. We don't need it, it's no fun anymore" Russ replied him and walked inside. The truck driver chuckled. "Did he just say sorry? …" His face lightened with a huge smile as he faced his truck. "Oh my God, I'm rich! I'm rich! I'm fucking rich!" He yelled out loud and hopped on it. **** "Are you okay?" Russ asked Camila.