Nico Will Novels & Stories

c said and the whole school almost shook because of the students screaming. And after the screaming died down the m.c continued. " so let's assume we all know the winner...... of course the winner is Nicki Roland..... and she would be dancing with the summers and she would now have a private dorm with the summer boys...... so actually she won't be available as before..............., enjoy the party everyone" with that the m.c and the idols were gone. " what!! so my Tommie would be gone forever" silver faked tears. " am not going okay!! I won't live with that arrogant and ugly jerk" Nicki said and Nicki raised her head which was on the table before.

Nico was the one person he trusted a lot. He turned back to the flickering screens. “You are pardoned for now, Nico. You can stop smiling now. It's scary.” The smile instantly vanished from Nico’s face, and he found himself, itching to wack the insufferable don over the head. “Keep that up, and I just might send you off on a vacation with Rea. She's been itching to explore the Mediterranean recently,” Nero warned for good measure, without taking his eyes off the screen. It was almost as if he could read the other man's mind.

She looked hopeful to Niko. "Niko is an old man and would only yell at everyone." I added with a smile. Niko of course glared daggers at me. Get a new look buddy. "I guess. If it's alright. Dominick isn't allowed here though." Sophia had both excitement and defeat in her tone. "It's fine, Niko is leaving for Chicago so we will have the house to ourselves. Why isn't Dominick allowed here?" Sophia shrugged her shoulders, looking slightly at the brute between us.

First of all, I am not the owner of the house they intend to rent, and we are only close friends with the owner's brother. As a result, I am at a loss for words. What else can I say, especially with Niro, Macedonia's ex-boyfriend, here? I'm embarrassed to speak, but what else can I do? After leaving Macedonia without saying a word, where did he get the confidence to show his face? When I recalled what had previously occurred, I breathed. Additionally, for some weeks, Macedonia was dumbfounded because of Niro. He hardly even ate unless Rome and I were invited.

He nods once, like he said his piece and he's done. I smile slightly and nudge Nico. "What do you think?" "I think these little shits are practically begging for a bullet between the eyes." Nico shows his teeth, perfectly terrifying. Joey stops glaring and looks down at the ground real fast, and I notice he doesn't spit this time. That asshole can learn some manners, it seems. "But it might be worth trying."

There was that word again, and it still didn't feel right. "And you?" she pressed again. Nico killed the engine and turned to look at her. "I'll have to disappear for a while. Frank got out. He'll want my head." Her throat tightened. "For a while? How long?" He gave a small shrug, like it didn't matter. "A year. Maybe more." A year. Luna froze, disbelief hitting her like a punch to the gut. "But you--" "I handle it," Nico said with a detached tone that made her want to scream.

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.

Nico pulled the burner out—slow, deliberate—and powered it on. The screen lit up plain and unassuming. He opened the group chat labeled **No Spectacle**. Four names stared back. He hesitated—thumb hovering—then typed the first message he’d ever sent them. **Nico:** I’m going to the party. With you. All of you. But I’m not dancing. Not yet. Just… there. He hit send before he could overthink it. The phone buzzed almost instantly. Elara’s grin was slow and wicked as she checked her own burner.

“That’s the whole point.” “She will…” I said, my voice hard. “I will make her. I affect her in some way…just need to play my cards right.” “And what about Nico?’ she rolled her eyes. “He will be dead soon,” I shrugged. “I will make sure of that.” “I really can’t change your mind, can I?” she sighed, rubbing her face. “No.” “Then I'd better drop the news I have and leave…” she grumbled. “Nico has called an impromptu meeting of his capos tomorrow. There has been a sudden meeting a few days back, too, but with Leo and Xavier.”

“That’s not right. You promised—” Lorenzo’s gaze cut to him, cool and impassive, silencing the objection with a single look. “Next year, Nico.” Nico’s fists tightened, the whites of his knuckles showing as he held his ground, fury sparking in his eyes. He held Lorenzo’s stare, his voice low and edged with a barely controlled bitterness. “Careful, Lorenzo.” The words were soft, almost a murmur, but there was no mistaking the darkness behind them. He didn’t wait for a response, only cast Elena a last, lingering look before he turned sharply and strode out, the heavy door slamming behind him.