Novel & Cerita Nico And Will

"I brought some of Ivy's photos. Do you want to see them?" He hesitated. He looked unsure how to refuse. I pretended not to notice his discomfort. Slowly, I reached inside my jacket. I didn't take out any photos. I took out a syringe. Raymond reacted quickly, trying to step back at once. His eyes went wide. His voice trembled as he asked, "What are you..." I was faster. I had rehearsed this moment in my mind a thousand times. The syringe pierced his neck. He only got half his words out before his body went limp.

She wouldn’t survive the fall. “How does it feel,” Nico said, his lips twisting into a cruel smile, “to finally end up here after everything you’ve done? Everything is going exactly as I planned. I was going to use you to destroy Carlos. For a while, I thought that plan had failed, but now… now it’s back on track. And I know Carlos is here.” His words stirred a memory from only hours before. He had heard someone groaning and turned to find his most trusted man crawling toward him, a knife buried deep in the man’s throat, blood pouring out.

Why are they staring at me like I’m the solution to their dilemma? Minutes crawl by. My heartbeat hammers in my ears. Finally, Nico breaks his stare and turns sharply to Luca. He gives him a glare that isn’t quite vicious. There’s an easy familiarity there. A bond between them. I can swear they’re friends. “Mess this up one more time, and I swear, I’m getting you fired,” Nico growls. Without another word, he takes my hand, guiding me through the club, leaving Luca’s stammered “thanks” behind.

Pride was the last thing she had that belonged only to her. I unclenched my fists. “We wait.” On screen, Nico had stopped shouting. He was pacing now, sweat bleeding through the collar of his perfect suit, face cracked open for the first time in front of his patrons. The guests whispered behind hands and glasses, some already pretending to text when really they were uploading. I imagined the headlines being written in real time: TYCOON LOSES CONTROL. NICO MANCINI: HUSBAND OR MONSTER? A hundred variations, none of them flattering.

Sofia jokes and I laugh as the song ends. “What’s that about me and Anthony competing for best brother.” Nico says as he and Violetta walk with us off the dance floor. Sofia giggles. “Thank you for buying us land next to you guys. I love keeping our family close. I want our kids to be best friends.” “That was the idea.” Nico replies. “Plus, I'm an only child. I finally have a sibling to spoil.” “You will hear no complaints from me.” Sofia says as she kisses Nico on the cheek

“How’s it going, Henry?” Henry? Una stood there as she watched Will give the man a tight hug. Henry? “What did you do to your hair?” Will laughed. “Nah, I wanted to try something new. How are you, Nicko?” Nicko shrugged. “Still hot man. And who is this fine-looking woman?” “My girlfriend,” Will answered proudly. “We’re here to rest for the night.” “Good.” “Is it ready?” Nicko winked at him. “Always, man.”

Did it matter now? We had our dinner, and as usual, there was the banter between everyone at the table. Apparently, Nico and Dante have to leave for New Orleans tomorrow to be in talks with a Mafia family there about an arranged marriage to a Padrino’s daughter. This was the woman that has been Nico’s obsession since my wedding, and I was left wondering if marrying her off to him would be a good idea. When Nico obsesses, it usually turns deadly. “If they don’t accept the agreement, we could always kill them all and bring her here,” Nico said nonchalantly, and I choked on my wine. I look at him incredulously.

Nico whispered, "every man in the room will want you and every woman will hate you." "And what will you do?" Nico’s eyes met mine in the mirror. They were dark and possessive. "I will stand next to you," he said. "And I will dare anyone to touch what is mine." He spun me around and kissed me hard, messing up my lipstick. "We take the dress," Nico said. "And the earrings and the shoes." "And then?" I asked, breathless. "And then," Nico grinned, "we go get lunch. I promised you burgers."

Nico was the one person he trusted a lot. He turned back to the flickering screens. “You are pardoned for now, Nico. You can stop smiling now. It's scary.” The smile instantly vanished from Nico’s face, and he found himself, itching to wack the insufferable don over the head. “Keep that up, and I just might send you off on a vacation with Rea. She's been itching to explore the Mediterranean recently,” Nero warned for good measure, without taking his eyes off the screen. It was almost as if he could read the other man's mind.

First of all, I am not the owner of the house they intend to rent, and we are only close friends with the owner's brother. As a result, I am at a loss for words. What else can I say, especially with Niro, Macedonia's ex-boyfriend, here? I'm embarrassed to speak, but what else can I do? After leaving Macedonia without saying a word, where did he get the confidence to show his face? When I recalled what had previously occurred, I breathed. Additionally, for some weeks, Macedonia was dumbfounded because of Niro. He hardly even ate unless Rome and I were invited.