Rio 2 Nico Novels & Stories

Mom giggled like a teenager, covering her mouth, proudly flashing her newly painted fake nails. My teeth ground together as I shifted my glare to Ricochet. He was still sitting pretty, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped along the backrest of the sofa, looking offensively gorgeous in a simple white polo and brown trousers. Like he didn’t just walk back into my life and flip it upside down.

“I see Nero tried one of my tricks,” Nico said with a smirk as he looked at the rope marks on my wrists. I rolled my eyes at him and looked away. We were in the garden while I drank wine and he drank scotch. We stared at nothing, and silence engulfed us most of the time. Too bad Nico couldn’t shut his mouth for a long time. “I am not comfortable talking about my sexual encounters with your brother,” I said. “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some mafia shit to do?”

The both of them raised him up then Nico punched his face and kneed his stomach causing more blood to spill. Micheal was in a lot of pain and his expression showed it. Nico took a thin cord, wrapped it around his hand and hit Micheal all over his body as it enjoyed Micheal's shout for help. The men let him go and he fell to the ground holding his body. Nico knelt down and put the rope around Micheal's neck as he tightened it leaving a slight scar that might never go away. "If Lord R hadn't said that I should return you, I might have kept you around. You really have a nice voice halfbreed." Nico said as he held Micheal's face tightly. He released the rope from his neck as Micheal gasped for a

“Didn’t think you’d want to meet so soon after what happened to your little fiancée.” The sound that leaves my throat is low and dangerous—half laugh, half growl. “You tried to assassinate a pregnant woman, and you want to make small talk?” Renzo raises a hand like I’m a kid throwing a tantrum. “We didn’t try to kill her. Believe me, if we wanted her dead, she'd be by now. That was just a warning.” I move so fast neither of them sees it coming—I slam Nico’s face into the concrete pillar behind him. His skull cracks against the surface, blood spilling immediately. His scream echoes across the steel beams above us.

I hope it burns. "Nice to meet you, buddy," Rio blurts out with a smile, following my lie smoothly. Nico just gives him a nod, very clearly feeling inferior. "It was great seeing you, Nico, but we're in a hurry. See ya." I say so as not to drag this out any longer.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

he replied, the smoke languidly swaying around him, fading into the air. Mateo growled, pushing himself from his bike. “I don’t think you know who I am, amigo.” “Goddamn right, I don’t, and I don’t care,” Rio answered in the same annoyed tone. “Chefe, who the fuck is this macaco.” [boss] [monkey] Nico snorted, pulling Mateo’s glare from Rio. “What? What is macaco?” “G****e it,” was Nico’s response, glancing down at his father’s old leather watch wrapped around his wrist, frowning at me.

For all her nervousness, Nica had always been kind to me especially during the first weeks after being kidnapped by a fucking mafia king. When everything had felt strange, lonely and overwhelming. She'd been one of the few people who treated me like a person instead of a title. Ciro's hand settled against my lower back. The movement immediately drew everyone's attention. "She needs to rest." The statement wasn't loud. It didn't need to be. Rosa rolled her eyes. Nica immediately nodded. Like a soldier receiving orders. Honestly, living with Ciro was fascinating the man spoke four words and people reorganized their entire day.

“Whoa, easy now Niccolo. I'm not even doing anything. I'm just here to dine and maybe drop off some money” “That better be the only thing you do here because if not..” “What'll happen? I'm no longer the man I used to, Rio.” “Don't you fucking call me that! That name shouldn't come out of your stinking mouth” “ Believe me when I say this mouth doesn't stink. At least that was what she says when I licked her hole” 𝘖𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵! I thought, laughing internally.

Nico embraced him and they kissed each other on both cheeks like brothers. “Boss, I am so happy you’re back. And look at you Miss Darina!” he whistled low earning a sharp glare from Nico. “And the babies. Gosh, Boss, they’re so tiny!” “Ricci, it’s been a long, tiring flight. Take us home.” Nico smiled when he saw the Rolls. “I’m glad to see she’s looking well taken care of.” His hand glided over the sleek exterior of the silver car.