Nico Russo Novels & Stories

As if this penthouse is more owned by women than men. "Hello, brother." Lorenzo greeted the man with gray eyes similar to his but hair of darker shade than his. Nicolas Mario Russo, head of the black market auction and one of the most rich business man. He is a handsome and married man. There were so many chaos before his wedding but nothing was clear since he keeps his life confidential. I saw as his gray eyes brightened when his lips tugged upward in a small smile before he greeted his brother back, "Feels nice to see you again."

I stood at Alessia’s back, and the male stood up suddenly. “Hello Anya.” he beamed. He was really cute. Does Vincenzo only have cute people around him? I tilted my head “How do you know my name?” “The guys told me. I am Nico. Nice to meet you.” he smiled. He looked playful and boyish and a little younger than the rest guys. Alessia tugged my shirt and I turned to look at her. “He is Nico, I and Vince's adopted brother. He may look playful, but he is a skilled assassin and a fucking asshole.”

He smirked. "Let me talk to him first." Russo said. Not waiting for his reply, he climbed down the car. He strode forward and darted his cold gaze around. "I thought I should welcome the groom." Niko chuckled, drawing himself away from his car. His arms dropped to his sides and his hands fisted. "Without my wife, it is a bad idea." He said intensely, his face betraying no expression. "I fucking hate you. What makes you think I'll ever let you be near her." Niko growled and threw a punch at him.

"What do you want?" I blocked his way at the door as I did not plan to let him into the house. He looked past me and into the house. "Leo messed up Luca and Marco pretty badly. Luca's family's smuggling route has been taken down, and Marco has been sent off to the wild jungles of Adamo. As for me…" Nico pointed at the wound on his face. "I'm not doing that great either. I'm here to beg you to put in a good word for me.

He smiled and extended his hand as if to be rather pleasant. "Hello Miss Moretti, I am Nico Delgado." I said as I observed the different rings on his fingers and gave him a handshake. "Hello," I said. "Nico is my youngest son, and he is twenty-one years old. The elder is your fiance, Marco stated while observing me. Future spouse. As I came to terms with my destiny, the foreign term whirled around in my head and startled me once again. Shit. I wanted to go for a run, but I am unable.

Nico looked at me, clearly ready to discuss something important. “How’s everything today?” Nico asked as he took a seat across from me. He didn’t wait for me to answer before continuing. “There’s someone who wants to meet you.” I raised an eyebrow. “Who?” “A mafia lord from the South. His name is Salvatore Romano. He’s one of Dante’s closest allies.” Nico’s voice was guarded, like he wasn’t sure how I would respond. I leaned back in my chair and thought for a moment. The mention of Salvatore Romano made me uneasy. Dante had mentioned him in a few emails I had gone through just last night, alongside the names of his closest allies. But why was he contacting me now?

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

He and Mykaela didn't share any other physical traits besides their height, slim build, and dark hair. This 40-something wealthy entrepreneur—the firstborn son of a wealthier drug lord—also looked like he could knock anyone down with a single punch. The way he talked as if we'd already met only doubled the air of confidence around him. At least a few inches taller than me and Ricchar, too. "You trust him with your life kind of friend?" Ricchar chuckled beside me. "Excuse me. Phone call." Niccolo got up from his seat and flung me a 'Fuck! It's Stefano!' look as he walked off with his phone.

Her fingers tapped on the monitor screen , directly pointing at number 776 . "Marco Russo, Lives in Milan. Studied in Harvard. CEO of Russo estate developing agency. 35 of age . Has interest in successful and responsible women. He is a divorcee who has a daughter of 5years, living with her mother in London". Lucy continue to read his information which made her find him disgusting like other men. Her believe was that men always betrayed and not the women. She believed he might have abused the woman before divorcing her. Speaking of abuse, she had to inform Metly about who the Duncan Industries CEO was. Since Metly was her best friend, she showed no hesitation in telling about her past.

Gus chuckled under his breath and rubbed his temples. “No, ma’am,” he said quickly, hands raised in mock surrender. “Not at all. No funny business here.” I didn’t drop my glare. The tall man hadn’t stopped looking at me. His eyes flicked past my shoulder into the house—like he was hoping she might appear at the top of the stairs. Like he already knew she wasn’t here but needed to see for himself anyway. “So who are you?” I asked, folding my arms. He opened his mouth… then closed it. Licked his bottom lip like he was stalling. Like the answer was a curse he didn’t want to cast. “Uhmm…” His voice dipped. “…I’m Ricci Russo.”