Nico And Will Novels & Stories

Victor and Nico are shirtless, sweat gleaming on their skin, arguing in low, controlled voices over a satellite phone and a stack of encrypted printouts. They’ve been at it for two hours. Victor wants to go on the offensive—use his remaining offshore accounts to buy mercenaries, hit the Moretti family’s supply lines in New Jersey, cripple my uncle’s operations before they can regroup. Nico wants to vanish deeper—new identities, plastic surgery consultations in Brazil, a compound in Patagonia where no one will find us for years. They’re both right. They’re both wrong. And I’m the only one who can break the stalemate.

Nico walked toward us, cutting through the space between. “Wifey,” he beamed. The scent of the pineapple juice from dinner lingered on his breath as he pressed a faint kiss against my forehead, careful not to get my makeup on his lips. I bit my lip, fighting back the urge to call him husband in front of my parents. My smile spread wide, my teeth catching the moonlight. Nico took me by the waist and nodded toward the Maybach. I shifted my gaze, only just realizing Carlo was standing by the door with his hands folded in front of him.

“Maybe it’s time that that changed. Maybe if Iris had more information and freedom this whole time, things would have been different.” “I sincerely doubt that,” Nico replies, his voice as dry as a desert. He drops his hand back into his lap, defeated and accepting it. “But, fine, your little Bambi stays.” “Bambi stays,” Christian agrees, nodding. I work hard to fight my smile, very pleased to be included. But neither of them notice anyway, keeping their eyes focused on each other. “And…the plan?” Nico asks, deliberately slow, lifting his coffee to his own lips like it’s the most casual thing on earth.

“With them?” The way he said them almost made me laugh. Like Levi and Noah were somehow criminal masterminds instead of two mountain boys playing in the snow with their dog. “Yes,” I answered bluntly. Cold air moved between us while snow continued falling around everybody in uncomfortable silence. Levi looked between me and Nico before speaking carefully. “We were just hanging out.” “I can see that.” The tension in Nico’s voice instantly made Noah look like he wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Meanwhile Levi surprisingly held his ground.

The presence seemed so familiar, so I turned my head and then my world stopped. Nico. He was here. Standing at the entrance of the cathedral I had just walked into, half in shadow, half illuminated by the golden chandeliers, was him. The man I love. The man I broke up with. The same man that I slept with just last night. Nico was standing in his real form in the same space as me. I suddenly felt like I could not breathe as my heart sank into my stomach. His face was unreadable, but his eyes—God, those eyes—were definitely filled with anger.

"Let me help you up." He pulled me up and I noticed he was wearing the same tank top with me, but the color was Ash. "Thank you." I dusted my butt and picked my Pringles up. "What's up buddy?" Damon approached us and shook hands with Logan. The mystery guy had a tall and erect posture. His hair was full and brown with a little comb hanging out of it. "Nicky, meet Logan." Damon introduced him to me. "Logan, meet my best friend Nicole."

Nico sat at the center of the elite table on the raised platform—Elara and Liora on either side (legs still draped over his lap under the table), Ravenna and Seraphina across from him (hands linked openly), Celeste and Remy flanking the group like silent sentinels. The Fang feed was already exploding—millions of views on the live stream titled **#BludHeavenDance – Queens Claim #1 Human in Public**. Comments scrolled in real time: - “They’re not even hiding it anymore 😭” - “Matching wristbands? Matching OUTFITS? This is endgame.” - “Darius is somewhere losing his mind rn.” - “Protect Nico at all costs.” Then—midway through the first slow song—something shifted.

As Nero carried me down the stairs, Nico stood at the bottom, glaring at us. “Where are the two of you going?” He asked. “I’m going back to my house with my fiancé,” Nero replied. “The two of you are safer here, Nero, you know that. You can’t go back to your house. We just robbed the Cartel and the Bratva. They are gunning for us. You don’t know what will happen.” Nico said. “I’ve just realized you think I can’t protect myself and my wife. I am capable of making sure nothing bad happens to Serena.” Nero said. “You have forgotten who I am, Nico, and I suggest you remember.”

Lance said as they watched him. "Will take him a long time yet." "We'll see." "Ugh, look at them," Rex grimaced in disgust. Lance looked in the direction his friend was looking and saw a couple seated on another bench, laughing and kissing. What Rex had found disgusting was the disparity in their ages. The man was young, perhaps in his early 20s and the woman was looking nowhere below middle age. "Shocking, eh?", Rex asked as his friend stared open-mouthed at the couple. "Unfortunately, it's not uncommon."

NINA’S POV “Wow. What did you just say?” I questioned, in surprise as I shot up from my seat. “Nadia and Will currently have a misunderstanding. And with what I have heard, I don’t think this misunderstanding would easily die down, because of the evidences that are pointed wrongly at her.” Penelope informed, and let out a sigh. “That’s great news, Penelope! You know what, I’m going to send you a token for making my day, right now.” I let out an excited giggle, and hung the call.