Mafia Men: Nikolai's Inferno Novelas e Histórias

“Too late.Whats good for the goose also apploes to the gander” And then we walked down together. The cameras flashed. The music swelled. Every mafia family worth a damn had shown up — which was a problem, because I recognized all the devils. Including him. Nico Salvador. Old serpent in a five-thousand-dollar suit. Standing too close to the stage, smiling like he wasn’t planning something wicked. Nero’s fingers flexed on my waist and drank up the rest of his cocktail at a go.His face set in a murderous expression

, I've had more hard-ons than I can count within the past few weeks, and they're all because of him. Nico is a problem I never asked for but somehow have to deal with. Usually, I would have silenced him by now, got rid of him and moved on, that would have been the logical thing to do. But I can't, because apparently, I have to keep him alive. I'm not sold on the part where he's here for ‘negotiations’, I know there's more to it, but I have to keep him alive. Hopefully not for long. Could this be the Italians’ plan? Bother me to death? If it is, I must commend them because they picked the perfect person for the job. I can’t count how many times I have come close to losing my resolve.

In less than a minute, I watched him pull someone else into the room, and I froze. Enzo. Enzo burst into the room, his face a twisted mix of pain and anger. “I'm Giovanni's favorite son!”He struggled against the grip of the men holding him, his voice desperate. “Who the hell are you? If you touch me, my father will make you pay!” I shook my head, slowly retreating into the shadows. I couldn't take this. I couldn't. “Your men are dead.” I watched him smirk from his spot on the bed. “You're on your own now.”

“Because the way he tossed you out, doesn’t that feel familiar? Doesn’t it feel like what men like him always do once they’re done using you? He let you go because he doesn’t need you anymore. His deal is more important to him and he would give you away just to get what he wants.” He took a step closer, voice tightening. “If he really loved you, he would’ve fought for you. He would’ve told me no, even if it risked the deal. But he didn’t. He let you walk, because he's done with you. You weren’t some cherished woman he couldn’t let go of. You were nothing more than a bargaining chip.” “Stop it,” I said, rising to my feet. He stood too, voice low and burning. “Your father, what would he think

I shrugged my shoulders since I wasn’t sure what to reply to him since I didn’t even know my damn self, I know I could get any girl I want, I mean they practically throw themselves at me but I guess that’s something that I don’t want anymore and whatever it was that I was looking for,I wanted to see if I could get it with this blonde bombshell. “Just do what I ask and don’t ask so many dumb questions.” I say to him, standing up from the chair, “Find out who this professor is and where I could find them as soon as you find out, send it to my phone.” Drew nods his head in understanding and I simply walk away. Lili

But the man reaches for my hand, nodding with a smirk before he claps Niko on the back with a sure grin. "Beautiful, beautiful. Now I see why you needed something as beautiful as a rare red diamond," he grins. They whisper amongst themselves as I regard the girl next to the man before me. She looks shit-faced, probably high on Christ knows what. And yet, a smile plays on her lips as if she's pleased to be here. Niko excuses us a few minutes later to walk along only a few steps behind the Russians. This man I know is one of the three men destined to stand beside Luca, one-third of whom will one day lead the Italian mafia for my generation.

“Don’t worry I’ll keep my pretty legs closed.” ~ Alvaro didn’t question Nadine when she told him she was returning with us, showing me the unique link of loyalty that resonated from every man that worked with Zaverio. The warehouse was quiet when we arrived, and I looked at Alvaro when he switched off the engine. “I’ve never heard of the mafia having an off day.” “There’s no such thing.” He said, opening the door for Nadine and helping her out. “Zaverio asked us to halt all activities and meet him in the open room.”

Tomorrow, every ounce of this would be out there, touching lives, ripping through neighborhoods like a fire set by men who didn’t give a damn about the damage. Nikolai stood at the center with arrogance that he wore like a crown. He moved with such confidence, hands tucked in his pockets, an amused smile playing on his lips. To him, all of this was his empire—New York was his kingdom, and its people his subjects, whether they knew it or not. Marco poured a generous amount of whiskey into his glass, raising it with a smirk, “Gentlemen, a toast,” he drawled, his voice was so smooth, “To our King of Cocaine—Nikolai.”

Multiple vehicles. Priya stepped forward, pale. “That’s not us. I didn’t call anyone else.” Marco’s face went ashen. “The Ferranos. I… I may have reached out to them as backup before the estate.” Drago laughed from the floor, blood bubbling on his lips. “You really are all amateurs.” The doors exploded open. Ferrano men poured in—ruthless, well-armed, faces I recognized from old photos. Their leader, Lorenzo Ferrano, stepped through the dust, smiling coldly.

That wasn't comforting. “And if she isn't?” “We will kill each and every one of them. Vincenzo is ruthless, but he is not stupid. I am sure he wouldn't want to start a war with you”, Ben said, no matter how comforting his words were. These people were Mafia lords, they feared no one, not even the law itself. My eyes drifted off to the CCTV footage, “Cara is leaving, let's follow her” I said, standing up. Usually, I wouldn't be present to catch her myself, but I was anxious about Taylor, any sort of distraction just not to worry was highly welcome.