Nico Russo Book Novels & Stories

I walked into the study without knocking. Nico sat behind the large desk that had belonged to his father. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing bandages on his forearms, he was reading a thick, leather-bound book. A fire crackled in the hearth behind him, He looked up when I entered, he didn’t smile, but his eyes softened. "You should be sleeping," Nico said, closing the book. "The doctor said you need rest." "The doctor said you need rest," I replied, walking across the room. My bare feet sank into the plush carpet. I wore only his silk robe, cinched tight at the waist. "I’m fine."

“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

💦Waves of Forever💦 Nico locked the door and turned to me, rain still dripping from his hair. “He’s gone. But the damage might already be done.” I leaned against the wall, heart racing. “The board knows I’m here. Marco will twist everything. The Rome position… my career…” Nico crossed the space and pulled me into his arms. His bare chest was warm against my cheek. “Look at me, Elena.” His green eyes were steady. “Do you want Rome? Or do you want this? Us?”

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.

A new, dangerous chapter was about to begin. And somewhere in the city, Nikolai Zhukov raised a glass in silent toast to his newest acquisition. Dr. Alessia Russo was proving to be much more intriguing, and much lovelier, than he had expected when he'd heard that there was a doctor who had reached out to them. He smiled into his glass. The game was just beginning, and he loved a good challenge.

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Lorenzo's POV She was gone. We're not that close. That's what she'd told Rousseau. What she believed. "I need another drink." Nico materialized beside me as if summoned, sliding into the empty chair with that quiet efficiency that made him invaluable. He signaled the waiter for two glasses. "Boss," he said, voice low. "You look like you're planning a murder." "I'm fine." "Right. That's why you've been staring at your drink for ten minutes." He leaned closer. "According to my sources, you're in a particularly foul mood tonight."

“I prefer something… less barbaric.” Nico’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Barbaric?” He nodded towards the ring. “These men are fighting for glory and for money, Ms. Romano. This is as real as it gets. But I suppose a woman like you wouldn’t understand that.” Elena arched an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised what a woman like me understands.” The smile slipped, replaced by a calculating gleam in Nico’s eyes. He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down.

"I was wrong... I was just so scared of losing you, I did the wrong things... Scarlett, I'll do anything for you. I'll kill Bianca. I'll crawl on my knees through all of Chicago..." "Some sins can't be washed away on your knees." My voice was as cold as an arctic wind. "You make me sick." I rolled the window up. The car drove off, leaving Nico in the snow. He was frozen like a statue, staring blankly at the fading taillights. The next day, the word went out, sending shockwaves through the underworld. It wasn't a formal contract, but a personal invitation. From Nico Russo himself. Valdez Ski Resort. The Alps. 8 PM tonight. I’ll be there. Unarmed. Unguarded. Come and take your shot.

"I'm so, so sorry. I thought I was helping. I thought I was being brave like you. But I was just... I was reckless. And now you're here because of my decision." He didn't respond. The machines beeped incessantly. "Please wake up," I begged. "Please be okay. I can't, I can't do this without you, Isaiah. I can't lose you." Hours passed, and Sophia convinced me to eat something. I managed a few bites of a sandwich, but it tasted like ash. When Nico announced that Russo had been captured and was in the FBI custody now, facing enough charges to ensure he would never see freedom again, it should have felt like victory.