Cobra Kai Anthony Larusso Novels & Stories

“Don’t flatter yourself. I need you alive for the payout.” His dark eyes flashed with something dangerous — hunger mixed with fury. He stalked toward me, tall frame cutting through the dim light filtering from a broken skylight. At thirty-six, Kai looked every inch the crime lord: sharp jaw shadowed with stubble, muscles honed from underground fights, and that lethal grace that made men twice his size hesitate. “Strip the jacket,” he ordered, already shrugging off his own wet shirt. “Let me see it.” I hesitated only a second before peeling off my leather jacket and the torn tank beneath it.

His stupid question, getting into Levi's deride. "I don't know, just probably some guy she met at a bar that looks like a young Antonio Banderas with Jesus' abs." Levi pointed his chin and gaze towards the counter. "Say, that Spanish-looking guy she's talking to right now." Jesse turned around and looked back at where K was seated. She was all smiles at José - if that was even his motherfucking name. José whispered something in her ear and they both laughed. K's getting hit on again by another guy.

Von nodded not looking at her. "Well, even though he's an energetic, lively, outgoing, humourous, and a positive person when it comes to fighting, he always gives his 100%. In short, he is a monster in battle, not showing any mercy, and that's Logan Xoleander Thayer, a.k.a. Kai," Von elaborated and glances back at Astrid after finishing his statement. Astrid's eyes widened due to amazement at Von's statement. "Woah..." That's the only word she said.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

KAYLA I stared at him in confusion, sure that I had heard wrong. From the tattoos to his words. “ Miro… this is some kind of prank right?” I laughed awkwardly, hoping that it was his way of getting back at me. “ Even if you're angry and you want to get back at me, isn't this too far?” I was well aware of the Russo mafia since I took on the mission to infiltrate Ricardo's mafia. The Russo mafia was nearly as large and influential as that of Ricardo’s.

Kai couldn't be more grateful for what she did, he can finally breath well seeing that she's safe now and Lucas didn't get what he wants. "You know I really can't believe you'll be siding with this man." Lucas said to Kieran. "If it's to kill you, then why not." Kieran replied, staring at him with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. "We'll see about that." Lucas replied, then he shifted into his wolf form. The other men also did the same, while Dan went for Beta Drake, Kieran and Kai battled with Lucas. The fight was really intense and although Lucas fought well, he certainly was no match for Kai and Kieran. He managed to give them injuries as well, but in the end it was a lost fight as b

I said, completing the verse. “And there is no power stronger than that of blood.” The two of us said at the same time before I took a step back as I walked out of the office that we were in. My heart raced against my ribcage, and expression hardened. However, at this point, I was no longer Kai, the orphan child who the family found near the pack. I was Kai Ivanov, a family member, and a man out for revenge. Lorenzo De Mori, I give you my word that you are going to regret setting foot on these grounds.

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

Not playing protector to someone who chose a man in a suit over a man with a gun. I was Dominic Russo. I was the King of the Underworld. And I was officially done being a simp. As the men started breaking off into their respective crews to begin the hunt for intel, Marco walked up to me, handing me a fresh glass. “That’s the Don I know,” Marco said quietly.