Novel & Cerita Rio Nico

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Rachel What's the best way to forgo everyone and everything that hurts you, for me, it is to get drunk. I don’t normally like to drink alcohol because it makes me lose my mind, and I don’t like the fact that something has this kinda effect. If anything I like the most is being sober. So I don’t make any rash decisions that I might regret in the future. But today it's different, for just one day I want to be free, not caring about anything else in life. I don’t know what the morning brings for me but I wanna enjoy being out of control for once.

"Nico ran a check on them and he discovered that he is not a doctor but a gang lord by the name of Leandro Amor." " Oh my God!" Ruby is in shocked.

He looked up at me from below, his broad shoulders blocking out the sun, his hands resting on his thighs. He looked like a god falling to earth. I hit the red record button and raised an eyebrow, the screen capturing every inch of his gorgeous, remorseful face. "I'm waiting," I prompted, "Start talking, Rino. Tell the camera why you're a dead man if you ever lie to me again." Rino took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto the lens with an intensity that made my hands shake slightly. "My name is Rino Lombardi," he began, "And I'm a fucking idiot who doesn't deserve the woman holding this phone..."

“What I don’t know are the details beneath the surface. And that’s what I want from you.” He leaned against the counter, fingers drumming lazily, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Straight to the point. Always. Cold as marble, but you know…” he tilted his head, smirking, “…I think I like you better that way. Cuts sharper than a smile.” I ignored the bait. “If you can tell me who the Russian boss is, the one Marcini was dealing with, I’m willing to get down on my knees for it.” Nico stilled for a moment, then let out a low, delighted laugh. “Now that,” he said, voice thick with mock reverence, “is an image worth chasing. My ice queen, on her knees. Almost makes me want to drag the answer out

“No. It’s Rivera’s people, but they were working alone. Probably stealing from Rivera, mixing the product, and selling it behind his back.” “We don’t work with people like that. You know that.” “I just wanted to see what they had. The price was good.” Nico shrugs again and lights a cigarette. “Well, I’m glad you had your fun.” I frown. “Don’t ever do this again, Nico. Got it?” “Yes, Pakhan.” “One more stunt like this, and you’re out. The bad things you bring to the team are almost more than the good. Get your act together. Find a hobby or something.”

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

“I’m just surprised to see you here. Is everything alright?” “Yeah, everything’s fine,” I said, walking inside and subtly looking around. No sign of Nico. My stomach tightened. “Just thought I’d drop by.” Riven studied me for a second. “You sure? You look like you’re searching for something.” I chuckled, trying to play it casual. “What about your friend? The one you brought over the other day. I wanted to say hi. We kind of clicked, you know? Just wanted to greet him.” Riven raised an eyebrow. “Nico? He left early this morning. Said something about checking out a new shop space with a realtor. Why? Is there an issue?”

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…”