Nico Will Novels & Stories

“But we have something. A man named Nico—he used to work for Ricci. He wants to talk.” “Why?” I asked. “He says he has information. Claims he knows where Bianca is hiding.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what does he want in return?” “Money. And safety.” Of course. No one in this world gave anything for free. But if Nico knew where Bianca was, he might be the piece I needed to end this. “Set it up,” I said. “I want to see him today.” We met Nico in a small bar outside the city. The place smelled like old beer and stale smoke. He was sitting in a corner booth, head low, eyes shifting nervously. He looked scared, and that was a good sign. People who feared Bianca usually told the truth.

“You’re still my Sottocapo, my Consigliere, and I demand you act like it!” “Just hit me now, then. Because I can't stop thinking about her! I've tried, but she's everything to me, Vince. She doesn’t want to listen. She ignores me!” Nico opened his arms, swaying, barely able to keep his balance. “Knock me out. I need it. I need to lose consciousness for a while.”

he screams again. He manages to loosen his grip enough that I can take a breath, and in the next instant, he tackles Nico to the floor, and I gasp for air as he holds him down and repeats a bunch of stuff I don’t understand. “Stay with me,” Damian says. “Nico, we are back in your apartment in Paris.” Nico breathing hard and fast, his eyes fully dilated as they dart around the room. He’s a cornered animal right now unrecognizable but those eyes, they remind me of a small boy.

“Tell me, don’t you miss me?” I turned my head just in time, and his lips grazed my cheek instead of my mouth. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “What do you want this time? Don’t tell me you expect me to poison Jace again.” “Relax,” Nico chuckled. “That’s over. The championship was the revenge I needed. For now, I couldn’t care less about him.” His eyes glittered as he trailed a finger along my thigh. “But you, you’re another story.”

"What do you want?" I blocked his way at the door as I did not plan to let him into the house. He looked past me and into the house. "Leo messed up Luca and Marco pretty badly. Luca's family's smuggling route has been taken down, and Marco has been sent off to the wild jungles of Adamo. As for me…" Nico pointed at the wound on his face. "I'm not doing that great either. I'm here to beg you to put in a good word for me.

"I’ll go on the date, I’ll meet her. But don’t cry to me when you’re disappointed and nothing comes out of your arrangement." Nico sighed. "I knew I could always count on you." The gunfires on the other phone ceased, as did Jade’s screaming. I plopped back onto my seat, staring into my wine glass. Empty. I felt empty. "I’ll send the address and date to you," Nico continued. "Connor will be there to make sure you're on your best behavior." "Yeah," I slurred. "Whatever you want, big boss." "And you know I still love you, right? You know whatever I do is for your own good, right?" His voice was hopeful.

they screamed together, hugging and crying. Gio placed his phone in the center of the television. He sat down on the long sofa and began eating the chicken. "What brings you here? I thought you're busy?" I asked him. I sat next to him and began eating the chicken with him. "Have you forgotten that I have a conference tomorrow at noon?" I was about to respond when Ynigo interrupted. "Yes! I've already forgotten how to unlove you!" He screamed. "Fuck! What is your name? Carla, is that you?" Keegan was the one.

"You can force me to do every other thing but not to eat. It’s my stomach." His gaze lingers on my face before he says, "You better eat your food or come eat some other food." His voice drops to a low, husky tone. "And that small, sexy mouth of yours would fit it nicely." My face flushes hard as I instantly understand what he's referring to. I quickly stuff my mouth with some bacon, catching Nico stifle a small smile. Later after breakfast, Nico leaves for work and I know he's off to do his stupid mafia shit.

“I SAID WE ARE LEAVING NOW COME ON MARIAH. Everyone gathers around to see what’s happening. My brother and best friend stand next to Nick, wondering what the hell is going on. Followed by Taylor and Nancy. “What’s wrong, Nick,” Josh asks. “Nothing. I was just telling Mariah we are leaving, but this asshole here is saying we can leave without her and that he will take her home.” Nick says, clearly annoyed. “Oh, hell no, come on, Mariah, you’re not staying here,” Josh says, making me roll my eyes.

"Show them what we do with people who steal from the family." Nico stands with the satisfied ease of a man who was hoping the evening would develop in exactly this direction. He sets down the stack he was counting, rolls his neck once, and moves toward the manager with the unhurried calm of someone who has performed this function so many times it has become almost meditative. "Tell me something," Nico says to the manager, tilting his head. "How attached are you to the current arrangement of your face?" The manager makes a sound. Nico is already on his phone. "I need you inside," he says into it. Then he glances over at me with a grin that I find, against all reasonable judgment, slightly dif