Nico Russo Novels & Stories

“What I don’t know are the details beneath the surface. And that’s what I want from you.” He leaned against the counter, fingers drumming lazily, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Straight to the point. Always. Cold as marble, but you know…” he tilted his head, smirking, “…I think I like you better that way. Cuts sharper than a smile.” I ignored the bait. “If you can tell me who the Russian boss is, the one Marcini was dealing with, I’m willing to get down on my knees for it.” Nico stilled for a moment, then let out a low, delighted laugh. “Now that,” he said, voice thick with mock reverence, “is an image worth chasing. My ice queen, on her knees. Almost makes me want to drag the answer out

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

He looked at Laila. Laila nodded at me, I gave my nod. "Tell Lucifer I said hi, but I can't visit now." She winked and fired a bullet straight to his heart. "Russo's cousin is making an army to put you down. Why should he get revenge for your grandfather? Meaning this cousin is close to him. Any idea who Nico?" She said, her tone is full of concern and curiosity. "He could be a friend or a brother to him," Alessio said.

he said, stretching his hands for a hand shake. “Hi” I responded, returning his hand shake. “You look so familiar, like I've met you from somewhere”. “I'm Antonio Russo, What's yours?” “I'm Catrina's Lombardi” I responded, my eyes fixed on the table trying not to meet his gaze. “Care for a drink?” He asked, pouring a glass full with champagne stretching it towards me. I gave a nod. “Now let's raise a toast to more money and power” Vincenzo raised his glass up.

“What can you do to me? You think that just because you have the DeLuca brothers by your side, you can hurt me? You can’t. They are weaker than the Russians. It’s only a matter of time before they are wiped out. Let’s see where you will hide then.” “That’s wishful thinking, Ricci. I have let you run amok for a long time. It’s time for you to receive the consequences of your actions. My advice to you is to hide where I won’t find you. By tomorrow, you can say goodbye to your millions.” Nico said. Lorenzo’s amusement was wiped from his face when he realized Nico was serious. He had a reputation for never making promises he didn’t keep. If he told Lorenzo he would lose everything overnight, it

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

It was defeintely social media gossip becasue Christie is the one wit all the teasa nd soemtimes, it helps with their cases. “Alessandro Russo is actually a italian drug lord with a hot body that I’d die to sleep with. I mean everyone says it on social media all the time.” Christine chipped in and she earned a glare from Medea. She made a zip sign with her hands over her mouth and Medea turned back to continue with Chloe.

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

The door creaked open. Russo entered like a shadow come to life, his presence filling the room before his footsteps did. Damian trailed behind him, silent as ever, his sharp gaze fixed not on Sofia’s chains but on her eyes. “You’re quieter today,” Russo observed, pouring himself a drink from the cart by the window. The clink of crystal against glass echoed like a taunt. “Not planning another escape attempt?” Sofia’s lips curled, dry and cracked. “Give me a blade and see what happens.”

“If Alonzo’s ghost wants a war, then he can be sure that I'll burn his memory to ash. Again. And if some pathetic follower thinks he can dress in his master’s shadow, I’ll make sure he dies wishing he stayed in it. I'll make sure to give him a taste of his own work.“ The men kept their eyes averted, silence pressing down heavy. Nero’s boots clicked sharply against the asphalt as he walked right up to the crucifix. His hands curled into fists at his crucifix. He stared at the carved message again, lips pressed in a thin line. There was no mistake. It was the same. He knew that Nico was right. He had been thinking the same thing. There was no way this was a coincidence. “Do you think it could