Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

Jake stated thoughtfully as he watched Richard huffed and scoffed with dissatisfaction. “Scoff! But he was able to remember he brought a prostitute home and let stack of money to pay him, right?”, Richard uttered with disbelief. “Well looking at it that way, you do look very handsome and is almost covered with tattoos from head to toe so maybe he took in your appearance and misjudged you.” Alice muttered with a gentle voice as she eyed Richard from afar.

Richard said Jamerson looked at him incredulously, the Look being ignored by Richard Jamerson had been expecting the privilege of full on beating up Alexander, he couldn't do that without informing Richard considering it might be sent the wrong message which would impact their alliance negatively if he beat up one of the Gambino men who won back their warehouse but when Richard set the limit to only one punch it was a mood killer but he was gone take what he got. Hence, Jamerson stepped forward right in front of Alexander who stood unflinching, head held nigh even after owing he was about to get sucker punched hard. who was he kidding though, a stupid punch won't affect a Marine seal like hi

I suspected he just wanted to be able to hit my mother without anyone to stop him. His office was open and two men sat in, their crisp suits and geled back hair with gold rings on their knuckles announced who they were to me. My papa, Richard Russo was the head of one of the most feared Italian Mafia Families. He was crafty, had good business with other Italians. “Hello Papa,” I greeted, placing a little kiss on his cheeks while studying the men that say in front of him.

“Sorry about my unseriousness sir, but the woman I just divorced is in no place to pull off any of this. She’s a broke little leech, sir. Lived off my name like a parasite” “Hmm. Well said. How do you like your new room? You look like a dog—barking behind iron bars. Fierce on the outside, but caged where it matters. I might want to help you out.” The old man said, his tone was obviously not sympathetic, it was rather sarcastic. Dennis was confused, he wasn't sure how to feel. Insulted? or happy? ‘I should rather dance to his tone. I'm not too sure my so-called plan would work either way.’ He muttered in his heart and sighed.

" Okay, I'm listening bro" " My brother Richard wants to kill me . He's a ....... " Juiliard paused and sighed. " He's a what? " " He's the leader of the mafia. And he's very very ruthless." " No shit. Do you know what area he controls?" " I'm not exactly sure but I know it's in America." " Then it's possible he's the renowned smiling face" "Smiling face?" Juiliard asked confused "Yea, smiling face. He has a reputation of smiling whenever he's killing. If he's the one in my life , I shouldn't be so surprised that he wants to kill you. Let me guess why, your wealth and connection?"

I had plenty of weaknesses, but I didn't believe they didn't. “ Every one of you has weakness, Martin. Your mother…” I flickered my gaze at one, thankful when his eyes bore wider. “That little thing you are sleeping with” I stare at Martin who gritted his teeth. Great. That was the reaction I was waiting for. I wasn't so sure, but now I did. My hands moved on his shirt, patting the crease off it. “ I am Richard. I own half of Wall Street, your net worth is nothing compared to mine and yes … I pay back. Blood for blood. That was a silly joke right there you played out, but don't let it happen again”

The young man asked with a sly grin etched in his luscious pink lips which happened to be embedded in a rosy lip balm. "You're trying to get rid of me, right? I knew this would happen and for that reason, I'd say it's a deal for now but if you don't do as promised, we'd have a problem sooner than expected," Old Man Russo snorted and cut off the line leaving Viccorio to himself. The man let out a sigh of relief before relaxing his back against his leather chair and closing his eyes to take a nap before he gets back to work. "Finally, some peace," he breathed out.

“In for a drink or two? “The guy asked. I felt a hard squeeze on my palm… It was Richard . But he wasn’t looking at me. “As you can see, Am with someone. “I said just to please Richard . If it was just me, I would surely go with him and capture all sides of his handsomeness. “Someone? I don’t see anyone… Or are you referring to this guy. He’s a big time playboy and can’t keep a girl. “The guy said. I hated every part of what he said. “If you’re so righteous and keeps a girl better, where’s your girl? You’re rather here looking for an expensive p***y to take home… Or wait, you don’t have a home, you live in the sewers. Maybe you can afford a hotel.. Pathetic. “Richard lashed out. I was short

Alexander growled lowly at Russo's raw words, his face contorting slowly into a frown. "It was very foolish and unwise of you to accept my terms. I mean, who would willingly use his wife as a hock? But, I guess you aren't just anybody. You won't win this, Alexander Marco." Russo took a sip of his wine as his lips curled menacingly. "You're so confident, Russo. Let's head straight into the game, and then we'd see if you'd still be this confident." Alexander's voice was calm and relaxed, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

“Her? A Mafia?” I turn my head towards Kane and Russo. I had not been paying attention to a single word that was exchanged between them earlier. Apparently, someone thinks of me as a joke. And this man is Russo. He bellows with unrestrained laughter, laughing so much until he clutches his stomach and doubles over as if he had been told the world’s funniest joke. I narrow my eyes at him. “What’s wrong with that? Don’t you accept women into the Mafia?” Russo wipes the tears that escaped his eyes, trying to catch his breath. Kane remains surprisingly patient and quiet as this guy. Russo slaps his leg and starts laughing again.