Nico Russo Novels & Stories

“You’re supposed to be buried beneath twenty tons of cement and ash.” “And yet,” Nico shrugged, “here I am.” Inside the villa, Luca poured whiskey with shaking hands. Nico took it like he’d never left. “Where the hell have you been?” Luca demanded. “Off the grid. Syria. Argentina. Three years in a Russian prison.” He raised his glass. “To survival.” Luca didn’t drink. “You let me think you were dead.” “I was. For a while.” “Why now? Why come back?” Nico leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

They dragged me into the back office of the restaurant, locked the door, and threw me onto the leather couch. Nico walked in slowly, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. He was tall, broad, with dark hair, cold gray eyes, and a scar across his left cheek. Power rolled off him like smoke. He was the underboss — second only to the Don — and everyone feared him. He held up my phone, the photo still on the screen. “Stupid little girl,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You thought you could spy on me and get away with it?”

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

"The b-aby. He hit the baby." He propped my back against the wall, returning to the guard. "I gave Marcus instructions... Didn't he give them to you?" The guard's gaze dropped from Nikolai to me. "Isn't she a first grade criminal?" Nikolai's claws bared without hesitation, and in an instant warm blood splattered across my face. I rose my gaze up to meet his. The guard's eyes had a look of horror in them, and the space where his throat should have been was empty.

"Nicholas, this is no night to be hanging Christmas lights, son. It's eighteen degrees." "Tell that to Mrs. Ricci," I tell him, gesturing to the window where she waves to the Russos and glares at me. He glances at the house, and I see the tightening of his mouth. From what I see, Russo seems to be a fairly decent man, although with the sheer amount of wealth he has, I'm not a hundred percent sure. The kind of money he and Ricci have never comes without someone's hands getting dirty—not to mention the fact that he's in business and friendly with Sullivan Ricci. That's two red flags.

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

He watched her with unnerving intensity, one finger tapping slowly on the arm of his chair. Beside him lounged his younger brother, Dante Rossi, forty-five. Slightly leaner but no less imposing, with a more savage handsomeness—darker stubble, piercing hazel eyes, and a mouth that looked made for sin. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at her like she was already his. “Eight million,” someone called from the back. Nico didn’t even blink. He raised one finger. “Ten million.” The room went dead silent.

He doesn’t say anything, but after the person is done, he pulls the phone away from his ear. The look he gives me is part fury, part pain. And it makes my heart sink. “Get Amara and Enzo,” he orders. “Why?” “Nico found Dante Russo.” XXX Alessandro de Rossi POV Conducting an interview while I still smell of Alyssa isn’t exactly ideal. Especially when I am perfectly willing to torture the brother in front of me, and another one is beside me. Amara and I decided that she would stay with Alyssa, who is currently wringing her hands with worry outside of my makeshift interrogation room.

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.