Three Simple Rules Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, the woman who drafted every rule in this underworld. Yet Drake Leon, the man I held close for a decade, was now defying them all. The Godfather’s winter banquet was the most exclusive event in New York’s underworld. Anyone seated at the main table held the power of life and death over half the city, and the seat to the right of the head chair—the one that should have been mine—was now occupied by a girl in an out-of-place white dress.

Inayat smiled warmly and cupped her cheek. “I know, Aabroo.” Her voice was soft. “There’s a fire inside you that only burns when man-made rules try to cage what’s right. And that fire — don’t ever let it go out.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And I’m sure Raj meant no harm.” A smile bloomed on Aabroo’s lips. “Thank you for understanding me.” Inayat kissed her cheek. “Ah, you’re my daughter, my love.” She brushed her fingers gently down Aabroo’s arm. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you’ve had enough fire for one night.”

Mavy said. “I don’t know about simple. I want something that would highlight her curves and make all of the unmated and mated male’s eyes pop out of their sockets,” Nikki said. She had a seductive smile on her face and a gave me a wink. I looked over and saw Shane smiling at my discomfort. Of course he enjoyed my displeasure. I’ve never been one to dress up and he knows it. “You can bring the wolf to water, but you can’t make it drink,” Shane said.

"That's a good point. Of course, I was told what started The Rule in the first place was Zofi giving you kissing lessons or something." "True." I nodded and sighed. "While the letter of the law spells out 'dating', I'm pretty sure the spirit of the law has more to do with not doing anything that would disrupt the balance of the BTC." "Well if we ALL start giving you handjobs, the BTC would remain in balance, wouldn't you say so?" I grinned. "I like the way you think." Naimh looked regretful. "If only..." She stood up straight and took a step back.

Lying in bed, she absently scrolled through her phone until a new post from Nick appeared in her feed. It was a beautifully shot photo of a city skyline at night, posted without a caption. Her mind drifted back to Oscar's words on the plane. "Khloe, have you heard of the three-day rule in dating?" "The three-day rule?" "It means if someone contacts you within three days of meeting, they're interested. If not... well, you can assume they're not." He'd said it with clear curiosity about any progress between her and Nick. But what progress could there be? Three days had passed, and he hadn't reached out once.

Not so long ago I’d have tried my best to make her birthday the best night ever and downed that vodka with her and told her she looks amazing. Being with Nick is changing me, she’s right about that. I feel it right the way through me, the way I have so much less time for her nasty opinions or her whining about what I should and shouldn’t be doing as her bestie. I didn’t realize how many little conditions she has over every single thing we do together. Nick has rules, but they’re all for me, for us. Kelly Anne’s silly rules are for nobody else but herself. She checks herself in the mirror for the millionth time, snaps a selfie, and uploads it with a load of trendy hashtags for her fake friend

“How could I do something like that? I’m not that kind of person!” Nicole’s eyes grew cold. “Mr. Sloan, this isn’t Liberty. If you don’t know the rules, I can warn you once. If I find out that you really have something to do with Lil Michael’s disappearance, I’ll make sure you stay here for the rest of your life to repent!” Her voice was calm and extremely deep.

Social media loves rankings and honey, so do I. I typed live while narrating: “Outfit Ranking Update: Charlotte 8.5/10 Cute disaster, Sienna 9.5/10 Shy goddess energy, Maya 7/10 Chaos compensated by personality, Max 4/10 Comedy Fashion.” The comments were already blowing up: “Ship them!!” “Nia you’re evil but I love it” “Max is a disaster?” one of my followers typed. I couldn’t resist. Zooming in slightly on Charlotte and Sienna again, I whispered to the camera:

Hey, if I could fall back asswards into approval, I'd take it. Soon, the rest of them added their hands to the pile. "We make sure the guys have to play by their own rules," Nik said. We all nodded. "Queens on three." "One," Tali said. "Two, you beautiful bitches," Willow counted. "Three," Nik said. We all tossed our hands in the air. I added my voice to the call. "QUEENS!"