Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

I caught sight of Christine's husband, a burly man with a weathered face, sitting at the far end of the bar; he wasn’t looking at me yet. Russo was sitting in the far corner of the bar, nursing a bottle of beer. His disguise was so good that it wasn’t easy to single him out in the bar. I glanced at him, and he gave me a nod of approval. “Richard, I’m not drunk, and I still want to party." I drawled before making my way to the bar, and Tom followed me at a slow pace. He looked frustrated, like he was tired of whatever tantrums I was throwing, and a few people were starting to glance in our direction.

" She responded "furthermore I barged in and a female was fucking herself directly in front of him.Today was the most humiliating day of my whole existance on this planet." She moaned and scratched her head. "You've gotten yourself into a lot of trouble.Yes,we are, do you have any idea who the St Patricks are?! They are one of the world's most powerful brothers.James is one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, and you destroyed his automobile,therefore he wants you to pay him back. Tommy St Patrick,his older brother is not someone you should meet" Paz's pupils dilated .

The man barely looked up from his drink. “You look like someone who knows things,” I said. The man smirked, lifting his glass. “I know many things, amigo.” I smiled. “Good. Then you know what happens when you lie to me.” His smirk faltered slightly, eyes flicking to Matteo, then back to me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I leaned in. “Dante Russo. His men. Where the fuck are they?” He hesitated. “Never heard of them.”

"Come in, Christopher." I see Richard sitting on the large sofa placed at the center of the room with a cigarette in between his fingers. he is wearing a black shirt with sleeves been rolled up. his suit jacket is lying beside him on the sofa. Richard glances at me with his usually serious face. his personality always reflects the power that he posses. his features present the image of pure dominance. no doubt that he is a handsome man.

His hair looked a mess, his face looked bruised, with lots of cuts, his bulletproof blazer has signs of previous attacks on him. "Welcome to my world, Sultan" A a rough manly voice echoed in the lavish mansion when Mr.Romanio Jojowich stepped down from the stairs greeting Sultan with a smile. Two armed guards followed him. Sahir mouthed the bottle and sipping it looked at Romanio & saw him smiling. The meaning of his smile only Sahir could understand. 6 '8 ft tall Russian Mafia leader, Romanio, stopped in front of Sahir. Sahir looked small in front of him while Romanio spread the intimidating aura in front of him.

Her father sat behind it like he'd been born there. Lorenzo Russo at sixty-five was still a formidable man. His dark hair had silver threads running through it now, and his face was lined with years of making decisions that cost lives. He wore an expensive suit....charcoal gray, perfectly tailored, the kind of fabric that cost more than most people's monthly salary. When he looked up at Isabella's entrance, his expression was completely neutral. Cold. The expression of a man examining something he'd once valued and now found disappointing. He didn't stand. Didn't offer her a chair. Just gestured for Ricco to close the door.

That man has just ruined my life, and I’m sure he’s probably having fun somewhere with women. “That stupid man!” I said and the man was quick to shush me. “The Don has eyes and ears everywhere, you need to control your mouth.” He said in a very polite manner. “I don’t fucking care! HE IS A STUPID MAN!” I said, the man facepalmed with a light chuckle. “My name is Martin Russo by the way, and I’m your assistant!” The man before me said, I mean Martin said, I rolled my eyes. “Hm, nice to meet you, my name is Selena Lethal!” I said, he seemed impressed by my name, he had a smile on his face.

"Mickey's not here, he'll be back soon, if you want—" "That's fine, I don't need you both. My name's Alessandro Russo and I'm here to buy your club." Joey stares, open-mouthed, like the heavens just opened and a real angel came through. He's gaping and not moving, and the guys near the stage laugh as one of them hits the dancing girl in the face with a wadded-up single, and she doesn't skip a beat as she grabs the cash, shoves it in her underwear, then flips the guys off and keeps on dancing. They crack up, loving it.

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.

Just then, the door flew open and a guy came rushing in, looking around wildly. “Oh, man,” Red said. “Get ready for the drama.” Jax got to his feet. “That’s him?” “Richard. Yeah.” “Be right back, doll.” She nodded. “Good luck.” “It’s my place, Red. Luck I don’t need.” **** Sarah Matthews watched the drop-dead-sexy guy walk across the room to Richard. Her eyes lingered on the guy’s back and shoulders with appreciation; the man had tight, huge muscles over his entire body, she could tell. He was tall and strapping and holy Lord, was he ever gorgeous, in a smoldering, dangerous kind of way. His black hair was a bit messy, and her fingers itched to smooth it down, lay it flat. She wondered how h