Nico Russo Novels & Stories

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

“He’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

"My name is Nicholas Rossi." I shake his hand quickly. I clear my throat slightly. "How can I help you guys?" The second twin reaches his hand out as well. I shake it as he introduces himself. "I'm Antonio Rossi." He lets my hand go slowly. He coughs slightly and puts his hands in his pockets. I follow the movement and my eyes widen as I take in the giant bulge in his pants. I look to the side slightly to see that Nicholas also has a bulge of his own. I look back up and into the dark eyes of Antonio. He goes to take a step forward but Nicholas reaches a hand out to stop him. They look at each other for a moment before Antonio curses under his breath in Italian.

His eyes caught a jersey that had the a black hawk logo on it with a title “Black hills high” Lucas entered the tent to reach for the Jersey, “We’re not supposed to be touching stuff Lucas, we don’t want to get our fingerprints on anything that could compromise us enough” Roman warned as he started getting on the lookout before anyone finds them there Lucas came back out with the Jersey, “The Victim was a student of this school and her name is Sophie” he turned the back of the Jersey to Roman “Sophie 9” Roman read the wording slowly, “It looks like a sport wear” he added

I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road. The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.

"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."

"Call his office. Tell him Dr. Charles Russo is here. He'll want to see me." The receptionist hesitated. Then she picked up the phone. A minute later, Nico appeared at the elevator bank. His expression was unreadable. "Dr. Russo. Follow me." They rode the elevator in silence. The doors opened on the top floor, and Nico led Charles down the corridor to Leonardo's office. Charles didn't wait for permission. He pushed open the doors and walked inside. Leonardo was on the phone with Nicole when the door to his office burst open. "—and then we can take the boat out to the islands, and I thought we could—"

“Which do you prefer?” He exhaled sharply. “Marco is my name.” “Maybe, but your known name is Giovanni Russo. Hiram Moretti’s dog.” I said darkly. He scoffed. “I have no idea what you're talking about.” Nico struck him again. This time Marco let out a curse. “Fuck you!” He groaned. I inhaled sharply. “Please do not think you can mess with me. I am not in the mood.” He looked up at me. “So you've figured me out. Wonderful.”

Before I could tell Stephanie to get out and go do something useful with her life, the notification for an incoming call caught my attention. I hit the answer button on my iMac, expecting news from Leo. “I told you the code was wrong! When are you going to stop being such a stubborn idiot?!” A female roar blasted through the speakers while Leo looked at me like a man begging to be put out of his misery. I raised a brow when I spotted, in the background, a tiny redhead arguing with Nino while pointing at several massive screens in front of them. “Patriarch... how have you been?” Leo said with an awkward smile.

he said, his blue eyes gleaming with love. I laughed softly, leaning my head against his chest. “I love you too” He kissed the top of my head and I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the moment wash over me. “This is everything I dreamed of.” Nick chuckled, ruffling our son Justin's hair as he ran by us again chasing Nico . “And more,” he said, his voice full of certainty. “Everything we dreamed of… and more.”