Rio Film Nico Novels & Stories

But unfortunately, she is not the type of gossip fan. Nicko himself was very curious why Raina knew he was the director of Richmond. “Raina, I want to know something,” Nicko said quietly. “Hmm.” “How can you say that I’m Director Richmond?” “I still remember your autograph. Didn’t you often sign agreements to borrow books at the library?” Nicko smiled and thought, “She must have read the document signing the termination of cooperation with me, and found my signature there. Raina has a strong photographic memory. Oh how stupid of me asking for this.”

He was in his study, surrounded by maps and cigarette haze, smirking like he knew I’d show. “Catalina, you look ready to carve someone’s heart out,” he said, tossing me a beer. I caught it, cracking it open. “Ricci’s moving fast after what happened to his port. I saw his lapdog in Padua, sweating bullets. Those Russians you spotted, who the hell are they, Nico? Talk.”

More fragile. And Rafael… Nico grimaced. He had never liked the Montayo heir. Too smooth, too silent, too calculated behind the charm. But now, for the first time, Nico saw what no one else had, Rafael Montayo wasn’t just calculated. He was in love. With Alessio. Jesus Christ. Nico turned down a quieter hall, away from the main rooms, toward the garden exit. The heat of the sun hit his face like a slap, and he welcomed it. The weight of the house was too much, too full of secrets, stone, and silence.

“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.

Even from this close, Nero could smell Riri's breath… like the smell of cinnamon… very exotic. "Don't come near me, Nero.. be aware.. you must be affected by Rhodia's magic... but you got the wrong target.. not me, I'm Riri.. the number one annoying person in your life, remember?" Riri spoke quickly… because Nero's face is getting closer and closer to her.