Nico Russo Novels & Stories

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

💦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?”

Every eye went to his signet ring on my finger. “Smile,” he murmured against my ear. “Let them think you’re happy to be mine.” “I’m not.” “Lie better.” Russo found us by the ice sculpture. He was fifty, silver, and smiling like he hadn’t had his son killed last week. “Alessandro,” he said, kissing both cheeks. “You came. And you brought…” His eyes dropped to me. “Forgive me, I don’t think we’ve met.” “Isabella Rossi,” I said before Alessandro could. No fear. No apologies.

“You spoke well, I think you may have even convinced them to like you.” “Thanks Deano, your compliments never disappoint.” I scoffed, peering up at him. He met my eye-roll with a grin that stretched to his hazel eyes, lighting up his face in that way that made him look less murderer and more golden retriever. He wrapped his arm around my waist, earning him a raised eyebrow from Julius which he saw but ignored.

This, I knew, was exactly what we’d both needed. “And you must be Scarlett,” Mum breathed, bustling us both inside. “You’re just as beautiful as Enzo said you were.” She blushed. “Thank you.” “I’m Geno,” said Dad, shaking her hand enthusiastically. “Enzo’s father, and the last Alpha of the Moose Creek pack. I trust our son has welcomed you into the fold?” Scar nodded so hard I worried her head was going to topple off. “Of course he has. He’s been most welcoming.”

I mutter, crouching to gather them. One falls open to reveal a sleek black business card. I read it. NICO ROSSI PLEASURE ESCORT EX‑PROFESSIONAL ADULT ACTOR I blink, my breath pausing momentarily. Pleasure escort? Adult actor? My skin suddenly feels hot, pulsing with a mix of shock and intrigue. Just then, deep, amused, honeyed voice cut through my thoughts from above me. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to snoop, Mrs. Mancini?”

Dante reached over the bar, grabbed Matteo by his vest, and hauled him over just as the spot where he had been standing was chewed up by machine-gun fire. Matteo hit the floor, groaning. Blood was pouring from his shoulder, staining his white shirt crimson. "I'm good," Matteo wheezed, his face pale. "It's just a flesh wound." "Save the commentary," Nico snapped. He checked the clip in his gun, it was empty then he slammed a fresh one in. He looked at the service elevator, It was ten feet away. But standing in front of it was a massive Russian with a shotgun. The Russian racked the slide.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

—What have you found out about the idiot who owns the shop across from Kate’s? —Nikolas Russo. Thirty years old. Six foot three. Owner of the Russo hotel chain in Spain. Single. His parents died when he was a child, and he was adopted by the Russo family at five. Since then, he’s run the hotel chain and fulfilled his mother’s dream—she was passionate about antiques. He arrived in the country two months ago and opened the shop across from Kate’s. —I want that shop bought and him thrown out. Buy that shop and everything around Kate’s.

"I watched you eat a seven-inch sub sandwich in one bite, Jer," Niko teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he guided his thick shaft into my mouth. "This won't be a problem for you." I shook my head, gagging slightly as he thrust. Nope... not a problem I couldn't handle. Jeremy Jacobson is the weakest link on the Westbrook University hockey team, he’s timid, insecure, and trapped in a toxic, hidden relationship with the team’s golden-boy captain, Axel Carter—the same guy who used to bully him and now completely owns him. But the game changes when Niko Archer storms into his life. Niko is everything Axel isn't: an openly gay former captain, a self-proclaimed bad boy, and exceptionally g