Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

“He’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

I finally finished packing for New York. We were only staying for one night and the next day but girls don't travel lightly. Alessandro was waiting outside the gates for an hour now and I could tell he was getting impatient with the number of 'hurry the fuck up' texts he was sending me. I rushed downstairs with my huge suitcase wearing some black skinny jeans and a white crop top. I spotted Alessandro leaning against his Range Rover, looking down at his phone, wearing his signature all-black suit and silver rings, and his wedding ring to the top of the show-off.

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

He smiled and extended his hand as if to be rather pleasant. "Hello Miss Moretti, I am Nico Delgado." I said as I observed the different rings on his fingers and gave him a handshake. "Hello," I said. "Nico is my youngest son, and he is twenty-one years old. The elder is your fiance, Marco stated while observing me. Future spouse. As I came to terms with my destiny, the foreign term whirled around in my head and startled me once again. Shit. I wanted to go for a run, but I am unable.

CHAPTER 11 Sutton “I’ve created a monster,” Nico chirped happily as we tore through boutique after boutique. Nico (Mark’s personal shopper) and I were getting along like a house fire. He was unlike any man I had ever met before. His fashion sense was on point and he was funny as hell. A little over five foot nine and slender, Nico was terribly attractive, and I was intimidated by him at first.

The orange flicker swirled in Luciano’s eyes as he gave a satisfied nod before he stepped behind Milly, reaching to unfasten the amulet. He lowered it off her neck, the shining metal reflecting the orange and red of the fire as he gazed at it, his face stiff and his fingers gripping tight. “Nicolos, retrieve Mr and Mrs Michaels,” he said, “I’m forty now and have better things to do than feud with your family, Cato. I will keep my end of the deal and leave you to live in peace.” My Grandad marched into the forest as Luciano turned to Milly, dangling the amulet.

"Your name is Elena. You love sour things, and you hate thunderstorms. Your eyes turn into little crescents when you laugh. You don't like rainy days. On those days, you like to curl up in my arms and stay inside. You like to hold onto something when you sleep, so every night, I give you my arm to lean on." He read it to me, line by line. "What about you?" I asked. Nico ruffled my hair and smiled. "I'm Niccolo, but you can call me Nico. I'm the most important person in your life, and I'm the one you love most. Most importantly, I'm the man who promised to take care of you forever." He leaned down and kissed me softly. The breeze, carrying the scent of lemon blossoms, danced through my hair a

“So why kill him now? He was ours when he talked to me.” Nico rubbed his eyes. “Either he flipped, or –” “Cazzo. Same old bullshit, Nicolai.” My fist connected with the chair until its legs scraped and it rocked back. Nico’s hand dropped from the laptop and his face went pale. “Find Moretti.” “Friends of his ping dark-net runs, but he’s using burners I can’t trace. Somebody’s feeding him resources,” Nico admitted, sinking into the chair as he shoved a packet across the screen, three IPs through an oil broker’s shell. Each hop had a fresh cash thumbprint.

He spoke to Rino but his eyes stayed on me. I could feel Rino stiffen behind me, his hands around my waist tighten. “It's never branded on the forehead now, is it Nicolo?" At the sound of the edge in his voice, Nicolo’s eyes turned back up to Rino's. Whatever he saw there had him grinning now, a sick wide grin like he'd just trapped a lion in his own jungle.

They were clearly well cared for. Nico stood up politely. “Hello, sir.” Damiano gestured to a box placed beside him—fruit, healthy snacks, toys. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nico.” “You’ve been very good,” Damiano said, signaling for a rare limited-edition race car. “This is for you.” Nico stepped back. “It’s too expensive.” Lucia smiled softly. “It’s from Signor Damiano. Take it—and say thank you.” “Thank you, Signor Damiano.”