Nico Will Novels & Stories

Nero said. “I will beat him up if he tries to take my brother to Italy. I didn’t approve of this.” “Nico is big on letting people make their choices. That’s why he let Luca decide for himself. But make no mistake, if Luca decides to go to Italy, Nico will take him there. Once Nico has set his sights on something, there is no changing his mind about any of it.”

she exclaims. Nico nods solemnly. “Stiff. Emotionless. Cold.” Vincenzo throws a bread roll at him. But Nico just dodges and smirks proudly. I laugh, the tension melting. Then Vincenzo points right back at Nico. “Oh, really? Should we talk about your break-up?” he blurts out. Nico goes still. “No, let’s not.” “Oh, we are,” Vincenzo insists. “Elena should know how Rome’s favorite playboy got dumped on a voice note.”

Nico’s jaw tightened—not with anger, but with recognition. He leaned back slightly, one hand braced behind him on the step, the other resting loosely on his knee. His eyes never left her face. “You won’t,” he said. She blinked. “Won’t what?” “Lose yourself.” There was no hesitation in his voice. No bravado. Just certainty. Elena let out a quiet, humorless breath. “You don’t know that.” “I do,” Nico replied. She turned fully toward him now, brows knitting faintly. “How?”

He offers me a strange smile before he taps the microphone with his fingers. “Good evening,” Nico begins his speech. “I would like to thank everyone who came to celebrate my son, Deimos, tonight. Unfortunately, he won’t be joining us tonight, but his new Luna, Elizabeth Wilks, is here to celebrate.” Nico gestures toward me, and a weak applause travels through the crowd. “I trust that you will make her welcome,” Nico says to the crowd. Nico walks off the stage, and the music begins to play. Couples return to the dance floor, but the mood in the room is still somber. This isn’t like the parties that were held at the Moonstone Pack. Those parties were always full of joy and celebration.

Did it matter now? We had our dinner, and as usual, there was the banter between everyone at the table. Apparently, Nico and Dante have to leave for New Orleans tomorrow to be in talks with a Mafia family there about an arranged marriage to a Padrino’s daughter. This was the woman that has been Nico’s obsession since my wedding, and I was left wondering if marrying her off to him would be a good idea. When Nico obsesses, it usually turns deadly. “If they don’t accept the agreement, we could always kill them all and bring her here,” Nico said nonchalantly, and I choked on my wine. I look at him incredulously.

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

I negotiated. Nico glanced down as if he was thinking it over, then looked me over slowly with his eyes stopping at my lips. He traced his thumb over my bottom lip as he glanced at my breast lustfully. "Fine, but I don't want any of your family looking for you. If they do, all I have to do is call on my watchers to take out your daughter. "They won't just please let me see my daughter one last time," I begged. He let go of me and backed away. Nico then snapped his fingers for the goon douchebag to grab Zadie.

"You think you know him because he told you about the three men? There's so much more you don't know. Things that would make you sick." "Then tell me." "Where's the fun in that? Let him confess himself. See if he's brave enough." Nico walked away, laughing. In the car, Alessandro stared out the window. "What else did you do?" "Nothing that matters now." "Nico seems to think it matters." "Nico wants to drive a wedge between us. Don't let him." I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. "Tell me the truth. What else?"

All eyes are glued to her. “Hi,” Nico says, walking over to her with an extended hand, “I’m Niccolò, but my friends call me Nico.” She looks uncertain as she takes his hand. I almost want to roll my eyes. How does she pull off all these personalities? At one time she’s combative and sarcastic, another a seducer, but now, she is a fragile doll. “Corina.” “I know.” Rico strides over to stand next to Nico. “Enrico. You can call me Rico.”

I warn, my voice steady with determination. Nico smirks, rubbing his jaw, the flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes despite the tension in the air. “That’s very cute.” He states, his smirk turns wicked. “Lucky for you, I like my woman feisty.” And then he pulls his jacket back and flashes the gun holstered at his waist. “The more you fight and defy me, the more appealing you become to me, Stellina." I jerk back abruptly, but Nico’s fingers clamp around my wrist with the force of iron shackles. He peels the bottle of vodka from my grasp and tosses it onto the seat.