Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

He inserted the keys and tuned in to the sound of the engine's revving. "Boss, what the hell are you doing!" Noah demanded, "There's a slight chance..." But Nico cut in, although he still stared ahead, "If that chance involves getting blown up while they watch, then I'm not taking it" Looking up at Matteo still being held by Noah, he smiled, whispering, "I love you, son, keep some for your Mum and Mia." And just like he had bolted to get to them, he went on full speed, away from them; the harsh salty wind against his face and sending his hair wild also had him squinting his eyes.

“I know everything. The charity work in crumbling churches, the shitty little apartments from Rome to Paris—” “Aurora!” A sweet voice cut through the air. Nico and I both turned. My cousin, Bianca Rossi—the one who stole him from me—was walking toward us. She wore a deep navy gown, a river of diamonds sparkling at her throat. Five years of marriage had made her look more polished, but I recognized the flicker of alarm in her eyes. She glided to Nico’s side, linked her arm through his, and gave me a perfect, plastic smile.

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.

Rio was seen shaking and shaking his head gently. “Finish her right now…” hissed Wenny Kammal impatiently again. She’d been seen ready to record what’d happen to Sumico with her cellphone in her hand. Rio started to get on the bed. He stuck his body on Sumico’s slim and sexily intoxicating body. As soon as he felt Sumico’s slim as well as sexily intoxicating body, Rio felt that his manhood lust and desire instantly soared up and zoomed up to the peak. He felt a kind of uncontrollable and unfettered manhood sparks and waves whizzing and whooshing here and there throughout his veins, muscles, tissues and nerves.

💦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?”

"Be smart about this. Sofia's not going anywhere. She's married to Marco. She lives here. You have time. Don't do anything that costs you the Pakhan seat. Don't start a war you can't win." "I'm always smart." "You're impulsive and emotional and you make decisions with your heart instead of your head." Nico's voice is blunt. "Which is why you need me and Luca. To balance you out. To keep you from doing something stupid." "Good thing Luca will be here tomorrow then." "Good thing." Nico puts the car in park. "Go get that hand stitched up.” "I'll figure it out." I open the door with my good hand. "Call me when you land in Colombia. And Nico?"

Linux is still holding the fork and giving Jirou spaghetti. "Good morning, bitch," Nico greeted, causing Jirou to look at her badly. Nico is eating spaghetti and later Luxian handed Nico a tissue. "Don't call my boss like that," Jirou said irritated but still cold to Nico. "Why wouldn't I call my bestfriend a bitch? Maybe because you don't have friends, that's why you don't know about these kinds of fucking words," Nico said back. "By the way, bitch. I need the documents for that fucking last will. All of it so it can be finalized."

Nico wiped tears from my eyes using his thumbs then placed his index finger under my chin and tilted my head upward so I was looking him straight in the eyes. “Come on Amara,tell me who did this to you!Is it Fernando or...one of his men?What else did they do to you?Did they touch you in inappropriate way?Did they force you to do something that you didn't like?”I saw worry in Nico's eyes. He was worried that Fernando and his maybe Fernando and his men did something bad to me.Nico heart scary stories from her mother about how cruel Fernando and his men can be and that was why Nico was so worried.

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.”

Claw my way out of this place with bare hands and bloodied fingernails. But I don’t. I just stand there, staring at Nico with too-wide eyes and trembling bones. “Why?” I manage to whisper. “Why is he doing this?” Nico shrugs. “Because he can? Because Rox touches what’s his? Because it’s a message? I don’t know. Or maybe he just wanted to bleed something that isn’t you tonight.” “This is sick. You should stop him. He’s your friend. Rox might die and…” “No.” Nico tilts his head. “this is Massimo Bianchi. And he’s walk through hell just t drag you back by the wrist if you ran. Might even smile while doing it.”