Nico Russo Novels & Stories

“Too late.Whats good for the goose also apploes to the gander” And then we walked down together. The cameras flashed. The music swelled. Every mafia family worth a damn had shown up — which was a problem, because I recognized all the devils. Including him. Nico Salvador. Old serpent in a five-thousand-dollar suit. Standing too close to the stage, smiling like he wasn’t planning something wicked. Nero’s fingers flexed on my waist and drank up the rest of his cocktail at a go.His face set in a murderous expression

“Not yet, Tito.” Tito nodded, and his head dipped in respect. Domenico squatted in front of the slug. “You’re a disrespectful piece of shit. How you even made it this far, I don’t understand. Who are you that Jax would send you here?” The slug looked away, to the other men, to the ceiling, anywhere but at the man leaning over him. Domenico gave a huff of annoyance, pulled his gun from his waistband, and pressed it against the slug’s chest.

More that accumulates while I am gone. Marco is twenty-six, the most level-headed of us, and was always intended for Underboss beside me. Alessia is also twenty-six, my twin sister by birth order if not temperament, currently living in Lisbon with her husband, a Portuguese cartel heir, and their two-year-old daughter Viola, who is both the most lovable and most terrifying small person I have ever encountered. Then there is Nico. Twenty-three. Beyond description. The kind of man who requires active supervision from multiple adults simultaneously and still manages to cause damage. The three of us travel well together. Marco manages logistics. Nico breaks things and apologises afterward. I mana

With a shaking voice, he blurted, “You can’t kill me. I know what I've done, but I’m willing to change. You can keep me as your rat against the Russians.” I kept my calm, despite the revelation. From the look on Nico’s face, the word Russians had mistakenly slipped out of his lips. At least now I knew he was working with the Russian Mafia, popularly known as the Bratva, and smuggling women and children. This was all part of that big fucking chain that had started twenty-four years ago. If I was right, I knew who Nico and the other rats had been working for. “A traitor’s always a fucking traitor, Nico. You would’ve said the same thing to that damned bratkis if this situation were to be revers

I asked Mancini, who'd already plugged the stick into his secure computer. "There's only one name, Russo, twice in the last year." "Well, let's see who we got."

His knuckles brush my shoulder, a rough, grounding touch meant to pull me back from the edge. "It's suicide, Graziella," Ciro warns, his voice vibrating in my chest. "He’ll sell our location to Sofia for a crate of vodka." "No," I say, standing up. I turn to face them. I am small compared to them. I am heavy with a child. But I do not feel small. "Don Russo lost his son three years ago," I say. "Matteo Russo. Nineteen years old. Drove his Porsche off a cliff."

The other one beside him, wearing glasses and a blank expression, also nodded in response. “Gianna, this is Enrico Russo and Angelo Costa, our pilots,” Nico pointed to the two men. “Nice to meet you,” I smiled brightly. “Thank you for your service.” Both the men and everyone else seemed a bit taken aback when I said that. What? Did I say something wrong? “The pleasure is all ours,” Enrico smiled brighter. “Are we ready to take off?” Nico asked. No greetings or even a smile. Just straight to business. “Yes, sir,” Enrico nodded. “All clear and ready to take off.”

Him and all the ones that worked with him. Luca made his way to us along with Alessandro Russo and Nico Morrelli. I knew I could count on these guys. Alessandro Russo ran his shit in Canada, his headquarters in Montréal. His main illegitimate business focused on guns, as well as owning a few casinos. Nico Morrelli ran D.C. and Maryland. He mainly ran casinos and smuggled drugs with a real-estate business as a front. Cassio did a bit of it all and depended on me to clean his money. It was one business he didn’t touch which was fine by me. I had plenty of runners to launder all my activities, his and thousands of others. Luca wasn’t just Cassio’s brother but his right-hand man and helped us al

Blue laughs as she tells me and I cannot help but giggle, the scene immediately created by my mind, played behind my eyelids. It would be fun to watch her fall. Live, you know! "Cool! Oh, that's why she's mewling with her friend and Malcolm is laughing?!" I utter, glancing at Malcolm who is teasing Nicole. Malcolm is a roaster. He roasts everyone. He did not even leave Nicole just because they have fucked each other. Malcolm does not mercy on anyone.

“Egoistic Boss of yours, Nico. The Italian Mafia is entering a new Era. Unlike my father, I will not keep jealous family members close to me. I would rather end them!” Nico's nose flared at the hidden warning in Klaus' eyes. “I am not an ordinary man, Klaus. Today, I am not a minor member of the Italian Mafia but the father-in-law of The Russian PAKHAN! Do you think ending my life would be easy?” Klaus laughed at that. “The Father-in-law of the Russian head? The man would end your life for even breathing in the same air as him.” Nico’s jaw clenched tightly at his words. “Yo…”