Rio Nico Novels & Stories

The door slammed shut, cutting off the roar of the sea crashing below the cliffs. I looked up into the most intense green eyes I’d ever seen. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, with wet black hair plastered to his forehead and stubble shadowing a sharp jaw. Water dripped from his white shirt, which stuck to a powerful chest. “You’re freezing,” he said, voice rough like gravel under tires. “I’m Nico. This is my place. You okay?” “Elena,” I answered, teeth chattering. “I got caught in the storm. My phone died. I saw the lights…”

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

RINA One of the things I'd come to terms with was being perpetually sad. But since I stepped into Bologna, I'd been nothing but a creepy clown. Wearing this smile that stretched up to my eyes and beyond. Nico, my seven-year-old cousin, the boy that always gave me a run for my money, had called me out on the strangeness of my smile. Asking me if I'd been high on nitrous oxide. However he'd gotten that knowledge, it was between him and the moon goddess. I wouldn't stress myself to know.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I ask, stepping closer to her. She looks up at me, her eyes wide with anxiety. “The babysitter called in sick and couldn’t make it. I’m so sorry, Nero. I know we were supposed to have dinner, just the two of us, but…” I glance behind her and see Nereo peeking out, his big eyes watching us curiously. I smile, kneeling down to his level. “Hey, there. How are you?” He smiles shyly. “Hi… Who are you?” “I’m a friend of your mother’s. My name is Nero,” I say, holding out a hand to him and his eyes grow wide.

Don Ramon continued, “His mother was Thai royalty, and Theerakunya is her name. That’s how he’s blending in. We have intel he’s currently on that same island. With you.” Vincenzo's grip on the phone tightened. “And Noel,” Don Ramon added in a lowered voice. “He’s not there for diplomacy. This man was raised for revenge.” Somewhere on the far side of the resort…past the dancing lights, music, and laughter…inside a closed private villa surrounded by thick jungle, Nico lay unconscious. The room was dim, moonlight slanting through gauzy curtains. Cool air hummed from the ceiling fan. On the bed, Nico’s limp form was stretched out, his damp lashes fluttering slightly.

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.