Peter X Nico Novels & Stories

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”

Nico “Lit the fire…Nico…” his voice was cold as ice, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of the terrified little eight-year-old boy. “Be a man…lit the fire. You’re Alessandro Baldocchi’s son. Don’t be a pussy…” “Please…don’t do this….” the young woman tied to the pole wailed. “Please Alessandro…I will leave…I will take him and go away…please…”

It was a text from Glenda. “Get away from the target immediately. It’s a set up, and I think Garrick is in on it.” Still trying to make meaning of it, another text came in with a photo attached. “This is your target isn’t he?” The photo was of Peter wearing a grey Italian suit, looking even more imposing as he stared out from a docked yacht. The text at the bottom of the picture sent tremors running down my spine. “That’s not Peter Portman, that’s Xavier Storm.”

I can’t force her out either because it’ll attract attention to us. “Christina please, for the love of God! Don’t let your fathers death go to waste.” I plead. Christina glares at me In such a way that shits me up immediately. “Please don’t do this!” She pleads. “Don’t worry, you're probably next in line.” Xavier says. We all watch as Peter is outnumbered and is laid back flat in his human form again. Completely naked. I feel so bad for him and Christina. She must be feeling horrible right now.

Furthermore, he was the sole individual who dared to converse with Harrison using such an informal tone. Today marked Peter's twenty-fifth birthday, coinciding with his bachelor party prior to his impending wedding. "Wishing you a happy birthday, Peter, and congratulations on your upcoming nuptials." Harrison greeted him as he entered. Harrison signaled to the B**e beside him, indicating to present the gift. Peter accepted the gift and, upon unwrapping it, grinned, "I was right on the money. It's always a Ferrari or a mansion whenever you give a gift. You're generous, but your taste is unwavering."

he asked in concern. Nicky Peters, aka Nicholas Greene. Before meeting my other Dad, Nicky was a baseball player for the Colorado Spring Sox and one of the best. He told me his Dad made him play to be a man, but all my Dad wanted to do was make colorful clothing and make-up. He played baseball until he was in high school, but during that time, he joined beauty pageants when he finally came out. His Dad was unhappy once he found all the dresses and costumes and kicked him out.

Peter looked at me with firm eyes causing me to stay quiet. “Your dinner is on me tonight. I will take care of it all.” Peter spoke and his voice caused a chill to run down my spine. “I would like to protest, but I will just say thank you.” I said with a small smile. “That is for the best.” Peter winked at me. “Have a good weekend, Roni. Nice meeting you two.” Nikola mumbled some goodbyes but never spoke again before following Peter. “Mom, he is gorgeous, is he single?” Torvi asked excited as we stepped outside.

Just like Charles, he had that air of someone who has been around and knew how to talk the talk. "Come on, Noelle. There's no need to be so formal with Mr. Lennon. Just call him Peter, okay?" Sean said with a playful smile, glancing over at Peter. Although Peter shot Sean a sharp look, he quickly agreed with a nod. "Noelle, if you're fine with it, feel free to call me Peter!" "Peter it is!" Noelle nodded, then turned her attention to Charles. "Aren't you guys famously known as the Four Young Masters of Brookville? Who's the missing one?"

Would it be a sin "If I can't help falling in love with you?" Peter was surprised when West sang along with him at the last line. West turned to him with a grin, eyeing Peter's flushed face. "I sing at the bathroom sometimes," comment West. Peter rolled his eyes at the taller man who's laughing at his reaction. West’s really easy-going, Peter thought. That’s what he observed. It seems like he has no problem at all except for the fact that he has insomnia. Other than that, West’s personality is contagious. "By the way, I've been meaning to ask." Peter turned to West, questioning. "Your guitar. There’s a word Sunny engraved on it. Is that a name of a person?"