Nico Russo Book Novels & Stories

Nico murmured, offering her a glass of champagne as if they were nothing more than acquaintances making idle small talk. Elena hesitated before accepting it, fingers brushing against his. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. Nico studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You’re in deeper than you realize.” Her grip tightened around the flute of champagne. “And you’re very persistent.” "Call it a bad habit.” Nico smirked. "If you want to join the game, the least you could do is understand the situation and learn the rules. Don't just blindly jump into i

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In daylight, the river flared beyond the tall windows; at night it became a strip of black glass. Nico sat in a worn club chair by the window, tie loose, jacket abandoned on the armrest, shirt sleeves rolled over the black curls of ink that climbed his forearms. He’d pulled one of his father’s books down, half out of habit—a volume of Livy in Italian no one in the family had read with a mouth that wasn’t lying—but it lay open and ignored on the low table, the lines of history as useless to the room as prayer.

The restaurant had quieted down, but neither seemed in a hurry to leave. Ava leaned forward, smiling. “Okay, seriously? Have you read romance novels? Mr. Big Bad Nico?” Nico smirked, refilling her glass. His fingers brushed hers on purpose, lingering a second too long. “Don’t tell anyone. I like the ones with ridiculous plots. The dumber, the better. Makes me feel like my life isn’t the most fucked up one out there.” Ava laughed, a real, unguarded sound. “God, you’re such a liar. I bet you only read business books and torture manuals.”

So he’s an Italian, huh? Giordano nodded, “Like what you’ve said... Still the same. Europe is in my control.” Adam stood up. He went to where the alcohol is while I am just wandering around, fascinated with unique books and literature. My eyes went on the specific. It was called The Doctor by Nikki Sloane. I arched my eyebrows, thinking the owner of this book is probably reading Nikki Sloane’s story. “When are you going back to Italy?”

well you'll die like the lots of them will soon. Niko was Russian by birth and nationality, but he grew up with the Italians and had turned down severally offers to turn to the side of the Russian mafia. Niko finally gave in to the darkness that had been slowly enveloping his sight. He knew it would be his last sight. He thought of Serena. The only woman he had ever loved but who could never love him back because not only did she see him as a brother but also, she wasn't into men. He prayed his last prayer, not for him, but for her;

Worst of all, all the wealth they’re sitting on rightfully belongs to her She also can’t know that I’ve spent the last eighteen years protecting her from a truth that would destroy her. So I let her think this trip is about finding Nicko for answers about her father. When really it’s about finding Nicko before he sells the one piece of information that could end her life. My phone rings. Marco. “That was fast,” I answer. “You’re paying well. I’m motivated.” I hear typing on his end. “Nicko Russo. Age thirty-eight. Staying in an apartment building at Via Fiori Chiari 12. Third floor. Apartment 3B.”

Bianca Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid. Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more.

“Egoistic Boss of yours, Nico. The Italian Mafia is entering a new Era. Unlike my father, I will not keep jealous family members close to me. I would rather end them!” Nico's nose flared at the hidden warning in Klaus' eyes. “I am not an ordinary man, Klaus. Today, I am not a minor member of the Italian Mafia but the father-in-law of The Russian PAKHAN! Do you think ending my life would be easy?” Klaus laughed at that. “The Father-in-law of the Russian head? The man would end your life for even breathing in the same air as him.” Nico’s jaw clenched tightly at his words. “Yo…”

El Russo barged into his uncle's house and sauntered into his living room, where he was seated with some men talking. "Excuse me gentleman." Mr. Gonzalez Puerto walked out of the room, leading El Russo to his study. "You sent for me." El Russo said in a bold voice as they walked into his office. Mr. Gonzalez held a cigar in his hand which he picked up from the ashtray which laid on his table. "What did you do, Russo?" He asked lighting the cigar again. "What do you mean, Uncle?" El Russo's hands remained in his trouser pockets. He was dressed in a blue suit. His brown hair sleeked back neatly.