Nico Russo Novels & Stories

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.

I said, smiling at Alessio as he walked out of the car alongside his father. “YOU FUCKING…” “Vadim.” Lucius said, stopping the man. “We are not here to fight or argue, but you have also lost someone and we have come to condemn…” “We came to do nothing,” Alessio said, and I shook my head at the man.

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

Rasmus lightly shook his head in negative. "You think you'll get a..away after killing me?" Richard spoke with difficulty as he wheezed for air. Rasmus paid no heed to him. His sole attention was on Catherine. "You're giving him an easy death. I have prepared something special for him." Rasmus said as his eyes darted towards the other door which opened and a huge guy emerged out of it. He was a black guy. Tall and all muscular. He looked scary with a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw.

Alessandro says. "Oh, that's why." I mouthed a relaxed face. "This shameless bitch, Nicolo Caruso is already married and yet she still stays close to him" Bianca groans between mind discussion as she sips from her glass not letting her eyes blink not even for a second. "I cannot let her have her way," she added. "Ceo Caruso, what an honor," Russo Durante says from behind them. "Who do you think that am here for?" He rolls his eyes dramatically at Russo.

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

Instead, he raised his head and challenged. “I repeat, do you want to apologize or not?” Nico asked firmly. With no hesitation, Nate replied to Nicko’s challenge and said that he would never apologize, even if he died. “Hmm fine, I warned you. Don’t be sorry for what will happen!” Nicko said then left. It was clear in his ears how the three arrogant young men were talking nonsense about him. How do they issue curses to humiliate him in public. The handsome young man walked out of the dealer without a burden. While waiting for Joachim Rios’ men as Russell said.

The fuck! Niko Giovanni was lazily sitting on the other side of the red curved booth looking at him. His dark hair with hints of gray at his temples was greased back. The black silk suit fitted the Italian’s obese frame exceedingly well. He was wearing a black tie with small white diamond shaped patterns. “Trevor Hudson,” Niko said like the cool cucumber that he was. “I haven’t seen you in what? Four years?” Fuck you, Niko! Get your own ass.

It was becoming intense, and his uncle was just a door down, so I didn't think it was appropriate for us to sleep together, at least for now. He turned his tv on, running to his N*****x app, and we decided to watch The Perfect Date with Noah Centineo and Laura Marano. It's always been one of my favorites, and technically it's a chick flick, but Russell didn't mind. As long as it meant for us to cuddle up and stay together in bed, he was ok with it.

For the first time in days, something almost like a laugh pressed against my chest, but it faded when I saw the document case on his lap. “You really had the apartment arranged?” “Yes.” “And the lawyer?” “Yes.” “And the car?” “Elena, I am a Ferretti. I was born making exits people pretend not to notice.” I turned toward the window. “Why?” The teasing left his face. “Because I’ve watched you love the wrong man for too long.” I looked back at him. Nico kept his eyes on the road, his voice even. “At school, you thought I mocked you because I enjoyed it. Sometimes I did. Mostly I was angry that you kept giving De Luca the kind of loyalty he never knew what to do with.”