Nico Will Novels & Stories

Nico had done that because she came to see me. Bianca noticed where I was looking and adjusted the fabric around her throat. “This is why we need evidence,” she said. “Nico believes nobody can stop him. He threatened me for visiting you, just as he punished you for leaving him.” “What will you do with the recording?” “Keep it somewhere he cannot reach.” “That isn’t an answer.” “If Nico allows you to leave Italy, the recording will never be used. But if he comes after you again, I’ll give it to the authorities and the press.”

I kissed Ellison’s forehead and gave him back to my mom, “we’ll be back when we find the next.” As we drove, I looked at Nico’s profile, his strong jaw line littered with black scruff, his perfect straight nose, his thick black curls that lazily fall over his forehead and a smile that could take my breath away. I cleared my throat, “Nico, the next Blood Moon we will conceive our first child, what do you want a boy or a girl?” His chuckle was loud, “we have 150 years to think about that, but I already know what I want, a healthy pup that looks like you, but with my charm.”

Bruno wiped his brow before he delivered a blow that would shock her world. “Nico no longer lives here. He has gone back to Sicily with Rebecca.”

“On what your fucking plan is, Chris. Because if your plan is to just hide in a beach house with your pet stripper and spend the next six months fucking –“ “Cut the shit,” Christian snaps, his eyes almost glowing with rage at Nico’s audacity and disrespect. Nico smirks a little bit, I think pleased to have riled him. “If that’s your plan, Chris, then no. I’m not on your side. But if you’re actually doing something here…” he lets his voice fade off, letting Christian fill in the blanks.

A rough voice shouted from behind. I stopped and turned. Nico was storming toward us, his face dark, his eyes desperate. "Wait." He was out of breath. "I need to talk to you." Lucas's face went cold. "Mr. Falcone, I believe we're done here." "No." Nico shook his head, his eyes locked on me. "Aurora. Five minutes." I looked at Lucas. "It's okay," I said softly. "Let him talk." Lucas nodded but didn't move far. He leaned against the Rolls-Royce, his black eyes watching Nico's every move.

he slaps a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand and grit my teeth. “Remove your hand.” Nico clears his throat, “He doesn’t like being touched,” he chuckles. I know he must have seen someone reach for their gun. I can hear the slight nervousness in his tone. Nico is a tough guy. He is a good shot, not as good as me, but close. Fighting is his specialty but this many men will make it tough. I try to put him at ease and take a deep breath before I lose it and break Orlando’s hand. “I need to know where you think she will be.”

And at night, Narois stays with us. I come downstairs and see Nick playing with Narois. He is holding her body with his big hands and making her fly like an aeroplane. Gosh! This man! I have scolded him multiple times that he should not make Narois a sensation seeker but this man ignores me. Even now! "Ready, Naro?" He utters with a laugh. The baby only giggles, showing him how she wants it and I grit my teeth at that. Because Nick is a werewolf, I think Narois is also going to be a werewolf. Though I talked about it with Nick, he said we can't say anything unless she is sixteen and only then we can find out if there is a wolf inside her.

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

I suggested. Nico turned to me. The firelight flickered in his gray eyes. "We don’t cancel," he replied. "If we cancel, we look weak. If we look weak, the street will eat us alive." He approached me and began to unzip my Kevlar jacket, his fingers brushing my chin. "We're going to that party," Nico said softly. "And we are going to end this war before the last dance." He pulled the heavy vest off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor with a thud.

Nadia mumbled to herself and looked toward the stage. "E must be a fan of Eric," Nico said with certainty. "His background photo on his phone is also of Eric Santos." "Oh… I am no longer in contact with E. Nico, don't trouble him in the future." "Just because you two have split up, it won't affect me playing games with him, right?" Nico was unhappy about it. "It's not like I play games every day. Nadia, you don't have to control me so strictly, right?" "Let's go back! Dad is waiting for us outside," Nadia said and pulled Nico away.