Aot Niccolo Novels & Stories

Without kids or a mate of her own she took to taking care of everyone in the pack. I knocked on the pack house front door, looking ridiculous wearing oven mitts to hold the giant bowl of chili even though my wolf hands wouldn’t get burned, my aunt insisted. I waited a minute or so before the door swung open and I was face to face with Nico. He smiled brightly at me, his brown hair shaggy and ruffled, he really was quite gorgeous, now that I could stare without meeting too much naked flesh. He was tall, a solid foot above me, slender but all muscle, and a smile of perfect teeth and dimples. I bit my lip and he eyed the bowl,

Nicolas looked down at his feet, not looking at the man whose green eyes met my brown ones. “I believe that it is right to first introduce you to your older brother, more specifically, since you know HIM, at least to let you know to apologize to him for your behavior earlier…” I frowned when I saw him looking at Nicolas who shook his head at the man. His eyes met mine for a second before he looked at the man “I’m Alessandro De Luca, Aurora’s father, and YOUR father’s prisoner”

“ 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.

She had heard how Motorcycle Club members were a little weird and strange. “I’m not Jimmy Black. Don’t you know who I am?” asked the man with a strange expression of disbelief on his face. Brooklyn’s eyes widened and she was dumbstruck by his words. If he wasn’t Jimmy Black, then who was he? She shook her head slowly. She had no idea who he was and why he was after her. Her mind went completely blank. If he wasn’t Jimmy Black, then how exactly did he know his name? How many people were after her? “I am Nikolas Ardolf, owner of Ardolf Winery, worldwide. Surely you’ve heard of me?” he asked with a smirk.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

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."