Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

“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.”

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

“I am not trying to protect you from responsibility, Nico. I am trying to protect you from a man who has spent thirty years destroying people far more experienced than you.” Nico was quiet for a moment, some of the fight draining out of his posture. “There was a name,” he said finally. “One of the men who came after me for the debt, before Matteo’s collectors ever arrived. He mentioned working for someone in the Marchetti household once, bragging about connections he thought made him untouchable.” My heart quickened. “Do you remember the name,” I asked. “Not clearly,” Nico admitted. “But I remember what he looked like. I could recognize him if I saw him again.”

𝗠𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗻 '𝗼𝗼𝗳' 𝗮𝘀 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹. "Nica." "Ooh...my Zannicus..." 𝗜 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗹�

“ No need to beat yourself up because of the mistakes you have made. It is time to concentrate on the future. “ He said. I cried as I thought about all the pain Nikolai had gone through in those two weeks that he had been gone. No one had made a move to look for him. I didn’t know where I was going to start but I knew that I was going to bring him back. When I did, he would find an empire to come to so he could continue his rule as the mafia don of Sicily. “ Corinna sees what I see. She sees a strong woman who only needs a little push. To be honest, I thought I was going to put in a little more effort. You made me proud once again by seeing it from my eyes before I spoke many words. “ He sai

Nico sneered. Rage washed over me as I grabbed Nico by the coat, slamming his back forcefully against the table, sending it crashing to the floor. “Get off him, Macini. We’ve done enough,” Antonio drawled, his husky yet low tone sending a chill down my spine as I pulled away from Nico in a heartbeat. “Let’s handle this at home. At least we can do that, right?” Antonio questioned. Nico’s yearning gaze settled back on Antonio’s, hoping for a change in response, but receiving none. He gave a curt nod before glaring back at me.

“You’re just as brash as I remember.” “What is she talking about?” Renata asked, finally calmer than earlier. “A toast.” Giovanni held his glass up. “To Giuliano. I hope you live out the rest of your years in the paradise you’ve so yearned for. Thank you for being a trusted and loving brother all these years. To Giuliano.” “To Giuliano,” Domenico and I spoke before taking a drink. “Who is becoming the underboss?” Antonio asked, finally listening to the words being spoken.

I tried not to move, not to groan, just to fuck with Andre, and also because I didn’t like the idea of being pummeled by a guy named Gene, but after the third blow, I couldn’t help but let out a grunt. “See?” Niccolò asked into the phone. “I’ve got him. I’ve got Killian Ricci. So what do you say, huh?” Niccolò raised the phone to his ear as he stepped away without bothering to switch it off FaceTime mode, so Andre was now staring at his accumulated earwax.

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

"Yeah?" "I thought you gave him my new number," I told Niccolo, not bothering with a greeting. We'd been rather friendly lately, and without him working for Pappa, I would have had to pay someone else much more to keep an eye on Mykaela and the Tomassinis. Including Lorenzio. Niccolo's hacking and tech skills had been a lot of help to me lately, to be frank. "Who?" Niccolo was coughing on the other line. "Che cazzo vai? È troppo presto, Maxim."