Straight Man Richard Russo Novels & Stories

“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.

She says screaming at me. Looking at her like she's grown two heads she scoffs in disbelief. "You seriously do not know who that is ?" Shaking my head no she huffs. "See this is why you need to get out more, you live under a rock. Your baby daddy over there is thee Elijah Russo, ruthless billionaire running more than 10 multi million enterprises, was voted the hottest guy five years in the row while businessman of the year ever since he took over his father's company and expanded and brought in ten times more profit than all the Russo's before him.

“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.

Russo’s expression soured at those words, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. “My people were incompetent. I’ve already fired them. This won’t happen again,” he promised, handing Edmund a glass of iced water. “I heard you would be playing golf here today, so I came early to wait. “We were entirely at fault, Mr. Witterson. I’ve already done my best to make up for it.” Mr. Russo practically groveled before Edmund. Edmund was quite pleased with his behavior. Mr. Russo was a nouveau riche. His family fortune came from coal mining, and they later moved into real estate, buying land at low prices and developing new residential areas for sale.

Don Russo said with a pretty angry face. “I don’t remember lying to you Don Russo.” Sofia answered and used the title she knew that he did not introduce himself as. “So, you knew who I was all along but still dared to lie to me? Don Russo added as his voice got angrier. “I just played my cards right but honestly don’t tell me you fell for me.” Sofia said as she laughed at him. “Deal with her.” Don Russo said, and four men appeared in black suits and pulled out their guns.

A man, tall and broad, dressed in black. Leonardo raised his gun. "Stay behind me." We moved toward the figure. The man didn’t move. He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching us. As we got closer, the moonlight hit his face. I gasped. The man’s features were unmistakable: sharp jawline, dark hair slicked back, piercing eyes. Victor Russo. "No," I whispered. "That’s impossible." Leonardo’s grip tightened on the gun. "We shot him. We saw his body."

One sprawled on the bottom bunk, another sat at a metal table bolted to the floor, while the third leaned against the wall, eyeing me with open curiosity. I straightened my shoulders and nodded politely. The Russo name meant something, even here. Perhaps especially here. "Gentlemen," I said. The man at the table snorted. "Ain't no gentlemen in here, pretty boy." I ignored him, choosing the empty lower bunk and sitting with my back straight, hands folded in my lap. My father had taught me never to show weakness, especially among lesser men. These people would respect strength. Authority. "That's Russo," the man against the wall said suddenly. "Daniel Russo. Saw him in Forbes last year."

said Francis cockily as he heard the chattering from the speculating crowd. At that moment, the crowd began cheering wildly again. Everyone was looking at the new guest that had just made his entrance. “Holy! That’s Mr. Steven Russell! He’s the richest man in Mondale!” The people in the crowd all stared at him in awe as he walked past. “What are all these famous people doing here, dad? What’s the occasion?” asked Leila, still in shock. Since Francis was working with the company, he had an idea of what was actually going on.

"Thank you, Russo. For everything." "Famiglia," Russo said simply. Family. "Rest. We'll talk strategy in the morning." He left, closing the door behind him, and suddenly the room felt too small despite its size. Cade turned to me with a smile still lingering from lunch. "God, I forgot how funny Russo is. Did you hear the story about the Russian? That was, " "I don't care." My voice came out flat, cold. His smile faltered. "What?" "I said I don't care about your hilarious friend and his hilarious stories about stealing from the mafia."