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RUSSO
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Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2025
Mature
Aria Alvarez has been through things no fifteen year old should have to. She is also a young woman you do not wanna mess with. Aria is a very brave, strong and very  powerful. 

At a very young age Aria was kidnapped from the Russo household. Since then she has had to use whatever means necessary to survive.

Years later Aria  becomes the Donna of the very powerful and successful, Spanish mafia with her underboss being her best friend Ember Alec. 

Aria is found to be living on her own with only Ember to take care of her by the principle of her school who calls  her brother to collect her. 

Aria is sent to live with strangers she doesn't know but doesn't fight it. Aria also has to keep being a mafia Don a secret, for now.

Will she tell them about her being the Spanish mafia Donna?

Will she accept this new family? 

What will they all say or think when all secrets are revealed? 

Read Russo to find out

Warning
Smoking
Swearing 
Guns
Fighting 
Night terrors 
Explosives
Death
Abuse.
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Pain comes in many forms. Heartbreak, headaches, broken bones, and that quiet, soul-splitting kind that doesn't leave bruises. But the kind of pain I've witnessed goes beyond all that. Have you ever heard a man scream, really scream, as he's being beaten and his fingers broken one by one? I have. And as twisted as it might sound, in that moment, it felt... satisfying. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a psychopath. These people, they deserve it. In a world full of monsters, someone has to be worse. Someone has to be the shadow in the corner, the final judgment behind a red-drenched smile. That someone is me. Reanne Anderson. Twenty-four. Assassin for the Anderson family. Secret hacker behind their impenetrable systems but to most, I'm the Red Lady. I respect boundaries until someone crosses mine. Then I become a storm in heels, or combat boots, or whatever the hell I'm wearing that day. And then there's him. Lorenzo Russo. Twenty-eight. Newly crowned Don of the Russo family after his father was butchered by the Russian mafia. Lost his mother in the same bloodbath. He's cold, calculated and ruthless. He looks at people like he's already decided whether they're useful or dead. He's got the eyes of a man who's seen too much, felt too little, and trusts no one. Our paths were never supposed to cross. But war doesn't care about plans. He needed someone who could crack into encrypted systems. He needed a ghost. He got me. But sometimes, even in the darkest corners of the world, two dark souls might just bleed for each other.