Nico Russo Novels & Stories

"Nicole Russo, the wife of Gianni Russo and sister of Alyssa Romano will speak few good words about her dearest." Clearing my throat, I grip the edges of the podium tightly and bring my mouth near the mic. "Gianni and Alyssa. Where to even begin?" I sigh. "The list of the good things in both of them is so long and I'd like to put forward a few." I finish my sentence. Everyone stares at me in anticipation, waiting for the good things but a minute or two later they realize what I meant.

" Alessandro the Russian are asking for the drugs cargo. They say they need them soon." Liam said as he looked at the shipment details . Alessandro looked up at him as he closed the file of the project of opening new casino in Australia. " Tell the bastards to have whole amount send in advance. We can't risk our goods when it comes to those Russian bastards." Alessandro said ashe looked at the next file. His assistant came running to him with worried face indicating a new problem.

She was lucky I didn’t want to destroy her relationship with Nikolas. When we arrived, Nikolas opened the door for me and led me inside with his hand touching my ass. I blushed the whole way there. Once the door opened and I saw Carlo, my face fell and I tensed. I forgot about him. “Nikolas…” I begged with my eyes but he smirked as he looked at me. “You’re not saving this piece of shit, Viola.” “I’m a Mancuso!” Carlo yelled, and he received a punch from Nicco for it.

Sunny leaned against the closed door and pressed her ear against it. "I thought we got rid of that bastard ages ago," another familiar voice spoke ... Rico.. sunny guessed, "dad's not gonna be happy about this" "That's exactly why we'll keep our mouth shut and take care of this ourselves," Santo spoke and the room went silent. "That's not the only thing," Rosa spoke. "it's about Russo" "Russo's dead," Rico answered. Sunny's eyes narrowed in confusion... who's Russo? "Yes.. and behind he left a very pissed off son.. Avac d'amigo.. he's the one that led the attack on us back at home.. daddy's boy wants revenge Santo.. he wants you.," Sunny's eyes widen.

The two of us smiled at the feeling, and seeing as Scarlett had a short beach dress on, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel with me screwing her here and now. “Russian” “You do realize that I am Russian, right?” I said, making her laugh. I smiled at the sight of her curling her fingers between the sand, her heartbeat racing as goosebumps rose all over her body when the cold water hit our feet. The waves grew more frequent, and I knew that it was because of the approaching storm. “Yes, I do” she said, kicking the sand with each step she took “I’m a Brooke” “I’m already aware of that” I teased, making her giggle.

Worst of all, all the wealth they’re sitting on rightfully belongs to her She also can’t know that I’ve spent the last eighteen years protecting her from a truth that would destroy her. So I let her think this trip is about finding Nicko for answers about her father. When really it’s about finding Nicko before he sells the one piece of information that could end her life. My phone rings. Marco. “That was fast,” I answer. “You’re paying well. I’m motivated.” I hear typing on his end. “Nicko Russo. Age thirty-eight. Staying in an apartment building at Via Fiori Chiari 12. Third floor. Apartment 3B.”

Our long conversation was cut short when a man interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt but Luciano needs Ms. Martinez in his office." He spoke. He had a italian accent too. His curly hair sat on top of his head. He was about 6'1 and he had a nose peircing. He was wearing all black too. Does no one know what color is? Sam rolls her eyes and scoffs "That's Nico, Luciano's annoying right hand man." She say pointing to him. Nico sticks his middle finger at her. I stand up and Sam stands up after me, grabbing my arm. She begins dragging me towards the stairs.

Rosa arrived before we had finished, her face pale, her hands twisting the edge of her shawl the way they always did when fear outran her composure. "Nico left an hour ago," she said, her voice trembling. "He would not tell me where. He only said he had to see her again before Dario knew we were watching." "Her," I repeated slowly. "The consortium woman," Rosa said, and her voice cracked slightly on the word. "Matteo, he is twenty three years old and he thinks he is invincible, exactly the way his father did, and we both know how that story ended." "Nico is not his father," I said, gentler than I felt entitled to be given how frightened she looked.

Nico stood with the men, a plastered calm on his face; it was amazing how one could stand with his enemies while they smiled at him, but then wasn't that political? "Forgive me for not introducing myself," the man stretched his hands to him, "Fabio Conti." Nico took the hand, shaking it with a firm grip. Alessandro stood by, staring at something that caught his attention as he rolled his glass with solid fingers. "Hopefully, Fabio, you go as far as you expect with your campaign," he smiled, "You seem quite driven,"

"Then use some you can't. Federov is our top priority. I need the entire West Coast to understand what happens when you fuck with the Russo Famiglia. We're making an example of this fucker and anyone else that decides now's a good time to step out of line. Sow as much chaos as you can, brother." Nico grunts and nods. "I'll hit a few more spots we've been looking at and see what we can turn up." He approves of this strategy, but his face is clouded, like he's uncertain about something. "One thing's still bothering me. Why the business in the beginning about buying back that club? Why the bullshit with the Polish guys, if he was just going to try to kill you anyway?"