Nico Russo Book Novels & Stories

“You okay though? For real. Nothing weird has been happening lately?” I shrug. “Not really. I just… find Nico really attractive.” She barks a laugh. “You find a dangerous mafia don attractive? That’s hot.” “Fuck you, guy.” “I’m not judging! I’m just saying — Nico Vescari hasn’t looked at anyone in years. Don’t be heartbroken if he doesn’t stare at you like you stare at him.” “He’s just a good looking man, it’s not that deep. I just need to journal.”

I shifted in my seat, trying to articulate my words without sounding like a creep. “I…can you give me the keys to Alessandro’s study?” I said. “There is something I need to see.” Vittoria’s eyes widened and she looked thoroughly surprised which did make sense. “Alessandro’s study?” she muttered. “Yeah.” I nodded. “Well…last night, Nico had a nightmare and he kept saying ‘I didn’t do it’ but when I asked what that was about, he of course didn’t tell me. But it can’t be nothing. He was so scared. The other day, Nico and I went to his study to look for something, and I spotted a bunch of journals in there. I know it sounds intrusive, and you can say no, but I…I want to know what’s in there and

Luciano's POV Gabriella Rosa is going to regret ever speaking or bumping into me that one special day, Now I'm not a bad guy. Well people may say that I am but I'm truly not. I have loved some people before but that's old news let's move forward to some new things. Gabriella Rosa. I don't know why my friends picked her, she's playing hard to get with me but I do like a bit of a challenge. The problem with her is that I feel...bad for her. Must suck to be ugly and also poor. I cannot relate to her. I'm hot and rich. Everybody wants me so that's exactly why I took up this challenge. I just have to make some random girl thirsty over me and then break her heart? It's quick and easy money. These

"Motorcycles, mainly. You'd be surprised how many of your type have taken up riding as a hobby." "My type?" Nico raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You know," I gestured vaguely at his expensive clothes, the commanding way he carried himself. "Corporate. Polished." He laughed then, a genuine sound that softened his features. "You might be surprised," Nico said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a nasty burn scar on his forearm. "I earned this in a kitchen, not a boardroom."

“Careful, Luca. You sound almost human.” I glared at him, ready to snap, but he was already watching me with that same dangerous glint. He was leaning against a stack of crates, casual, like we weren’t hiding from killers. His shirt clung to him, damp from rain and sweat, a smear of someone else’s blood across his cheek. “You’re enjoying this too much,” I muttered. Nico’s smirk curved. “What’s not to enjoy? Guns, blood, secrets… you, pressed between us like you can’t decide which way to run.”

He turns away, moves back to the reading nook like nothing happened. I exhale shakily. He's dangerous and straight forward. In a different way from Vincenzo. Vincenzo is cold, unreadable like a loaded weapon. But Nico?? He's the fire you know is going to burn you—but you still reach out to him anyway. We end up talking for hours…. nothing important. Just past relationships, which makes me realize that Nico is a playboy, books, music, and how he once dyed Riccardo's hair pink while he slept.

“What can you do to me? You think that just because you have the DeLuca brothers by your side, you can hurt me? You can’t. They are weaker than the Russians. It’s only a matter of time before they are wiped out. Let’s see where you will hide then.” “That’s wishful thinking, Ricci. I have let you run amok for a long time. It’s time for you to receive the consequences of your actions. My advice to you is to hide where I won’t find you. By tomorrow, you can say goodbye to your millions.” Nico said. Lorenzo’s amusement was wiped from his face when he realized Nico was serious. He had a reputation for never making promises he didn’t keep. If he told Lorenzo he would lose everything overnight, it

I slid sunglasses on my face and looked around. “This is what I’m talking about,” I told Mario, gesturing to the beach around me. “If Nicco can’t go home yet, then at least I can enjoy this.” Nicco was finishing up some last-minute things he had to do for the sale of the villa Bianca and Lucia had occupied. I know he was also taking some time to see if he can locate them. Having them on the loose was making him nervous. I didn’t know the whole story about what happened, but it shook him up a little. I understood. It was bad enough to know that someone in his pack or his company was stealing from him. To find out that his mother and sister conspired against him was another kind of hurt

CARISSA "No one," I lie again, trying to sound nonchalant despite the guilt written all over my face. Nico raises an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Oh, really?" He calmly walks over to me, his hands snug in the pockets of his jogger pants. "Hand over your phone," he requests, his tone firm but controlled. I'm not sure what to do, so I pause. There is no arguing with Nico's expectant stare, though. He looks at my recent call history as I grudgingly give him my phone. "Who's Landon?" he asks in a steady, low voice.

But my smile immediately fell, my lips dropping like a stone, when Nicole stood up from her seat, her movements graceful and deliberate, and sat down on Alexander's lap, her slender thighs wrapping around his, her arms snaking around his neck. "Ooooooh, that's so audacious of you, Nicole!" Russo exclaimed, his voice booming with laughter, the sound echoing through the room like a mocking jeer. "Do you want our pretty little wife here to cry herself to sleep tonight?" he taunted, his words dripping with sarcasm and mock concern, his eyes glinting with amusement. "And too bad, Alexander isn't even pushing you away," he added, his tone heavy with sarcasm, his voice laced with a mocking sweetnes