Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

“Nicco. Remember when you said I could have an office assistant?” He turned to look at me with a look of confusion. “You want to talk about this now?” I rolled my eyes and ignored the sarcasm in his voice. “See that man? The one with the canapes?” Nicco stopped and looked before nodding. “His name is Mario. He wants to go back to New York and finish school. I think he’d make a great assistant for me.” Nicco looked at me incredulously. “You want me to take one of my mom’s Omegas?” He sounded amused. “I thought you were trying to win her over.”

Except he was so angry, and unpredictable, I could never count on anything with him. Niccolo at seventeen had been tall, with muscles from swimming and soccer. Both of which he was captains of the teams at school. And he also did martial arts competitively. He had dark, brown hair, and dark brown eyes that seemed to smolder whenever they looked at me. As if he were plotting ways to make my life even more miserable. He also had a tattoo on his arm, something he’d gotten on his sixteenth birthday.

I'd hate to think what. The PI sent me a file, inside is the explanation of why Nico's knickers were in a twist when he saw that priest. Father Antonio Moretti, now fifty-two years old, is a famous priest in Naples and a family priest to the Vescari's. But there's not much about him and Nico. There is also a section in the file about the priest being in prison for some time, but it doesn’t say what the charges were. Something about this priest is still a puzzle to me. How does he have such a hold on Nico, even without being here?

She does not even know what authorized capital is? "What a brilliant attention seeker she is! Even Jeremy knows what's authorized capital, for god's sake, stop acting dumb, Nicole!" Blue mutters next to him and I kind of expected the same. Nicole is not that weak. It was just a dumb excuse to get Mr. Taylor's attention. I do not say anything to Blue, because I know Mr. Taylor does not hear anybody gossiping but me. "Oh, I forgot it, thank you, sir!" Why is it necessary to use a baby voice and batting eyelashes like this?

Likewise, he had Elliott in an observation tower that surveyed most of the zoo in case Wigdon decided he preferred another mammal this evening. After the debauchery at NYC, Aaron had done his best to recruit better Hunters. He hadn’t made a lot of headway, but he did have an older gentleman named Rusty and a woman named Connie on the team now. Both of them were in position, paired with Hannah and Eliza respectively. Jamie was nearby in reserve, only there at all in case someone was injured. Rusty was a bit slow, and Connie was hit or miss, but both took direction well, which his teammates appreciated. Not having any argumentative teammates was a plus from their perspective.

Dario says to Nico as I put the completed dishes on the dinner table. “Who’s Alessandro?” I ask them as I sit down, and Nico turns to me. “He’s our cousin and Capo of Syracuse. He was at the wedding, but I think you met too many people that day to remember a face.” He says. “Oh, that isn’t what sticks out about my wedding day, trust me,” I say before I could stop myself, and Dario pales at my comment. Nico frowns, “Wait, what is that supposed to mean?” He asks, and I seriously wished I kept my mouth shut at times. Dario sighs but doesn’t say anything, then I look towards Nico.

Yovanni grunted in response, shaking his head disapprovingly while Heronimo just minded his own business, smoke escaping from his pipe. Niccolo glanced at the boy’s direction and where they were lounging before he turned around and begin walking upstairs without a word, surprising the boys. “Niccolo wait!” Jeronimus suddenly called out, his beautiful melodious voice reaching Niccolo instantly as the said man tried walking up the stairs only to be stopped by the shorter that held him by the elbow. “Niccolo, are you alright?” Not knowing what else to say, Niccolo turned to his friend with a tight smile that neither reached his eyes nor did it show his dimples, which didn’t go unnoticed by the

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..