Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

“In the men's bathroom, and I never should have let her get away.” “Fascinating.” Nico comments in English, laughing for a bit. “You have peculiar taste Kline.” “Her, only her.” he retorts, using English too. They continue to speak, but this time Caelum gives me some attention, bringing me closer to him. I stay silent, scrolling my I*******m comment section, but I still catch every word Nico and Caelum speak, with my brain auto translating them to English. Most of their conversation is in third person, I've learnt Nico is a distant cousin of his and he trades weapons as well as buys women then recruits them into stripping as a reform.

“I want Enzo’s body sent back to his family in Sicily. Whatever they need, they’ll be taken care of.” Nico nods, taking his glass. “And the men? They’ll want to honor him, too.” “We’ll gather them tonight. But before that…” I take a slow sip, the burn of whiskey grounding me. “We have work to do.” Nico watches me carefully. “You’re thinking of Riccardo Agosti.” I nod once. “I should’ve wiped him off the map years ago. I won’t make that mistake again.” His lips press into a thin line. “His warehouses are heavily patrolled. Cameras everywhere. Code-locked gates. The whole nine yards.”

"I like your suggestion, but I need more clarification and support on how are you going to push through with that" "We can take Niccolo to act for us." Niccolo is a child they rescue from the massive explosion of Forbes' mansion. Their house was turned to ashes and even had his mom and twin sister killed in that incident. He is currently in the orphanage right now and still suffering with skin condition after almost his entire body got burned. Luca smiled at Jonathan, he opens up his cellphone and call the orphanage who is currently taking care of Niccolo. Niccolo is just 1 year younger than Skye but in terms of physical appearance they are very similar.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

The thoughts that any of the foolish gambler would own her fueled my own response, making me propose the most ridiculous of prices “Fify million euros,” I blurted out. The entire room fell silent and all eyes fell on me. It might look too much to spend at once but it was nothing for me; Salvatore Niccolo. The youngest of the Niccolo family, a long line of bloodthirsty,ruthless Mafia in Italy. I rule alongside my brothers Stefano and Vittorio, they love me and wouldn't mind me spending that much for fun, for something I wanted to own.

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

He still looked the same as three years ago; piercing grey eyes that left one spellbound, a perfect, straight nose, with hard muscles everywhere. His black hair was slicked back, drawing attention to his perfectly-chiseled jawline and cheekbones. I was convinced Niccolo was made by Adonis himself. “H-Hey,” I stammered. “I didn't know you were coming back today.” “Yeah, I wanted to give you a surprise.” He replied. Niccolo had done a great job of that, given how hard my heart was hammering against my ribs at that moment. Only then did I realize that he had called me short, and I huffed.

"I'm so sorry, Massimo, but pleaseeee. I'm out of the city right now for an important business with my mum. Teresa is waiting for me at Sin club, we were supposed to meet and—" "Don't tell me you want me to go pick your fling up?" Massimo cut him off. "Fling? We have nothing going on, Massimo. She's a persistent one who only wants a good dîck which I'm not ready to spare. I don't want her to fall in the hands of assaulters then blame me later. Please pick her up!" That was all Niccolo said before he hung up on Massimo. Massimo stared at the phone screen till it went off, then he stood and grabbed his coat, leaving the office.

VICTORIA Elio had a name within six hours. Nico Ferrante. Thirty four years old. No press credentials. No agency listing. His work history was deliberately vague, the kind that people paid good money for. But Elio's people were better at digging than most, and what they pulled up told a very clear story.

"Look at her face. She looks like she wants to burn the whole island of Sicily to the ground." "She lost," a French broker muttered, his voice shaking as he quickly stepped out of Victoria’s path. "She got outbid by two hundred billion. If I had that kind of cash taken from under my nose, I would be ready to start a war, too." Near the edge of the gravel, a young, slick-looking guy named Nico who had spent the entire night trying to get Giordano’s attention clutched his drink tight. He was shivering in the cold night air, his eyes wide.