Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

Deadrei cuts the link when she has sensed that Augustus was approaching nearby. “My love!” Rio woke up in the middle of the night, cold sweat was forming on his forehead. He was just having a dream. He sat in his tent for a moment then went outside to breathe some fresh air to loosen up his uneasiness. He decided to walk in the seashore not far from the campsite. The soft cold breeze was making it hard for Rio to lit his cigar, but nevertheless, after countless tries, he was able to do it so. He then took a deep sip from it and then puffs a long cloud of smoke.

💦Waves of Forever💦 Nico locked the door and turned to me, rain still dripping from his hair. “He’s gone. But the damage might already be done.” I leaned against the wall, heart racing. “The board knows I’m here. Marco will twist everything. The Rome position… my career…” Nico crossed the space and pulled me into his arms. His bare chest was warm against my cheek. “Look at me, Elena.” His green eyes were steady. “Do you want Rome? Or do you want this? Us?”

Rio dragged her without knowing pity. Rio made Aria sit on the chair; they were in the courtyard of the empty building. Rio asked one of his men to turn on the camera and record everything. "First, I want you to strip her naked, take off her clothes, pants, bra and panties. Then make her whimper by splashing the ice water on her, "said Rio Aria's eyes widened, and she shook her head sadly. "No, No!" her brain told her to run, but where did her strength go?

"I was wrong... I was just so scared of losing you, I did the wrong things... Scarlett, I'll do anything for you. I'll kill Bianca. I'll crawl on my knees through all of Chicago..." "Some sins can't be washed away on your knees." My voice was as cold as an arctic wind. "You make me sick." I rolled the window up. The car drove off, leaving Nico in the snow. He was frozen like a statue, staring blankly at the fading taillights. The next day, the word went out, sending shockwaves through the underworld. It wasn't a formal contract, but a personal invitation. From Nico Russo himself. Valdez Ski Resort. The Alps. 8 PM tonight. I’ll be there. Unarmed. Unguarded. Come and take your shot.

He released me and snapped his fingers and held out his hands open. A phone was placed in his palm. The screen lit up. I didn’t understand what I was seeing at first, blurred movement, sunlight, children’s voices in the background…. Then my heart stopped. A school gate, uniforms. A familiar backpack swinging against a small frame. Nico. My breath shattered in my chest. “What …. what is that?” I whispered. Rico tilted the screen so I could see clearly. Men stand nearby, pretending to check their phones, leaning against cars. One of them looked directly into the camera and smiled.

Rosa arrived before we had finished, her face pale, her hands twisting the edge of her shawl the way they always did when fear outran her composure. "Nico left an hour ago," she said, her voice trembling. "He would not tell me where. He only said he had to see her again before Dario knew we were watching." "Her," I repeated slowly. "The consortium woman," Rosa said, and her voice cracked slightly on the word. "Matteo, he is twenty three years old and he thinks he is invincible, exactly the way his father did, and we both know how that story ended." "Nico is not his father," I said, gentler than I felt entitled to be given how frightened she looked.

When Vince got home the next morning, he found Nico sleeping with his head against the bar counter they had at the mansion. “Wake up,” Vince said, nudging his friend. “Come on!” “Oh, let me...” Nico murmured. Vince took a deep breath, grabbed the glass of whiskey still sitting there—no ice, of course—and poured it over the Sottocapo’s head. The liquid quickly ran down his face, thanks to his short hair, jolting him awake in an instant, his expression a mix of shock and fear. “Che cazzo è questo?![1]

She was now fully awake. "This can not be! Impossible!" She wiped her eyes to make sure she was seeing well. The newscaster continued to read. "Still on Grandmaster's case, we have an update that he is actually the supposedly dead brother of Late Melo Rivers. Mason Vert is Mason Rivers, who was presumed dead alongside his nephew more than 27 years ago." "Mila Rivers is Alive! She was the youngest of the River girls who was said to have died in a ghastly domestic accident. She is said to have been living with her uncle, The Grandmaster, alongside her brother Miles Rivers, who was also supposedly dead….."

Nico racked the shotgun, he looked back at me, his face pale, bloodied, and striking in the harsh light of the flashlights. "Go, Elena," he ordered. "I'll be right behind you." "Liar!" I screamed. Nico turned back to the enemy and fired. The lead Russian dropped, the others scattered for cover. Julian didn’t move, he stood amidst the gunfire, watching Nico with pure hatred. "Dante, hit it!" Nico yelled. The engines roared to life. Dante floored the throttle, the boat surged away from the dock, and I was thrown back against the seat.

Riri wants to eat Rhodia alive. "What is it?" “You have to get out of this pack right now… I will send one of my men to bring you some food.” Rhodia is quite surprised when Nero said that, it seemed that she thought there would be something else that Nero wanted to say..maybe Nero forces Riri to apologize? Or Nero asking her to stay longer. "Ah.. yes. Fine… hmm…” Rhodia answered, slightly blushing. Nero stared blankly at Rhodia, then at Riri. His friend's face is pouting..and it is so ridiculous. He stifled a laugh.