Nico's Short
Story
By
Brineeper
S.V
The grammar of this story is corrected using
websites to give a clear story.
Caution: This story contains graphic violence,
explicit language, mature themes, and
intense emotional distress, included for
character and story development; suitable
for readers aged 17 and up.
The basement was dark and messy, with lights flickering. Nico stood
among the bodies, his anger clear. His tall, strong body was covered in
blood. His clothes was ruined.
He walked up to the last man, tied to a chair and. Nico was furious.
"Where's the hell is Tony?" he demanded.
The man was terrified. "I—I don't know! Please, just let me go!"
Nico's anger boiled over. "You have one chance. Where the fuck is Tony?"
The man stammered, "I don't know"
Nico's face turned hard. He pointed his gun at the man's head and said,
"Then don't fucking live"
'BANG' The loud bang of the gunshot echoed in the basement. Blood
sprayed out, splattering the walls and Nico's clothes.
Nico stood still, breathing heavily. The sound of the gunshot filled the
room. He looked at the mess around him, dead bodies all everywhere
knowing his search for Tony Caruso was far from over. Then he slowly
walked to his home, covers with blood.
Nico came from a car, stepped out of it and walked into his home and then
to the bathroom and closed the door. He turned on the shower. The sound
of running water filled the room.
He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the blood.
Red streaks flowed down the drain. Nico stood there, letting the water
clean his body. His face was tense, and he was lost in thought.
Nico turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping water onto the
bathroom floor. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked to his
bedroom.
He pulled on fresh clothes. As he was dressing, his eyes fell on a framed
photo on the wall. It showed him and Maria his wife, smiling and happy.
The picture was a sharp contrast to the violence he had just left behind.
Nico's eyes filled with tears. He stared at the photo, his hands trembling
slightly. Memories of Maria flooded back, and he felt a deep ache in his
chest.
The Story
The scene opens with Nico sitting in a dimly lit restaurant with John "Ace"
Marino. They were keeping an eye on a man Tony had sent them to follow
and kill. Nico was focused, watching the target, but then a waitress
walked over to their table. She had a warm smile and kind eyes. Nico felt
something he hadn't felt in a long time—he was captivated by her.
The waitress, Maria, handed them menus. "What can I get for you today?"
Nico looked at her, a bit distracted by her presence. "Just a coffee for now,
thanks."
As Maria walked away, John nudged Nico. "What's up with you? Focus on
the job."
Nico nodded, trying to shake off the feeling. They continued watching the
man, and when he left the restaurant, Nico and John followed him at a
distance.
The target walked through dark, narrow streets, unaware of Nico and John
trailing him. They kept their distance, communicating in low whispers.
"Where do you think he's headed?" John asked.
"Looks like he's going home," Nico replied, keeping his eyes on the man.
"We'll take him out there."
The target entered a run-down apartment building. Nico and John waited
for a few minutes, making sure he was alone. Then they slipped in, moving
quietly up the stairs.
"Remember, quick and clean," John reminded Nico.
"I know," Nico said, his voice tense.
They reached the target's apartment and listened at the door. Hearing
nothing, Nico picked the lock, and they entered silently. The target was
sitting at a table, reading a newspaper. He looked up, startled, but it was
too late. Nico pulled out his gun, and with a quick, precise shot, the man
slumped over the table.
"Let's get out of here," John said, and they quickly left the apartment,
disappearing into the night.
The next day, Nico returned to Tony's office. Tony was sitting behind a
large desk, looking over some papers. He glanced up as Nico entered.
"Nico, good job on last night. And yes now, I need you to transport 150
boxes of cigars, By today. It's a big deal, No one can do this except you,
lots of money involved, you have a big work to do now, You have to do this
now there is no other change."
Nico took a deep breath. "Tony, I can't do this anymore. I want out."
Tony's face darkened. "What the hell are you talking about? You're my best
guy and this is a very big deal we can't let it go."
"I know, but I've met someone. I want a different life. I'm done with this."
Tony slammed his fist on the desk. "You think you can just walk away? We
have a deal!"
"I'm out, Tony. I'm done," Nico said firmly, turning and walking out.
Tony took a cigarette and lighted it and said, "Ok then walk out now,
there's no coming back! You hear me?"
But Nico didn't look back. He knew there was no turning back now.
Nico used the money he had saved from his time with the mafia to start
building a hardware store. It was hard work, but he was determined. He
wanted a fresh start, away from the violence and crime. He also couldn't
stop thinking about Maria, the waitress from the restaurant.
After a few weeks, the store was taking shape. Nico decided it was time to
see Maria again. He went back to the restaurant, hoping she would be
there.
Maria was surprised to see him but smiled warmly. "Back for more
coffee?"
Nico chuckled. "Actually, I was hoping to talk to you. Can we go
somewhere after your shift?"
Maria agreed, and they went for a walk in a nearby park.
As they strolled through the park, the evening sun cast a golden glow over
everything. Nico felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in years.
"So, what's your story, Nico?" Maria asked, breaking the comfortable
silence.
"I've recently started a hardware store," Nico said, a bit nervously. "It's
been a lot of work, but it's coming along."
Maria smiled. "That's great. It's good to see someone building something
with their own hands. Must be satisfying."
"It is," Nico said, looking at her. "But it's also lonely. I've been thinking
about you since the day I saw you at the restaurant."
Maria blushed slightly. "You're sweet, Nico. I've been thinking about you
too."
They sat down on a bench, and Nico took her hand. "Maria, I know this
might sound crazy, but I feel like I've found something real with you.
Something I've been missing."
Maria looked into his eyes. "I feel the same way, Nico. I'd like to get to
know you better."
Nico smiled, feeling a warmth spread through him. They continued
talking, sharing stories and dreams, growing closer with each passing
moment. As the evening turned into night, Nico walked Maria home,
promising to see her again soon.
Nico and Maria started seeing each other regularly. They went on more
walks, had dinners, and spent time getting to know each other. Nico felt
happier than he had ever been.
After few months of dating, Nico proposed to Maria in the park where they
had their first real conversation. Nico got down on one knee, holding a
ring.
"Maria, you've brought so much joy into my life. Will you marry me?"
Maria's eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Nico! Yes!"
They hugged tightly, both overwhelmed with happiness.
The Wedding
The day of Nico and Maria's wedding was beautiful. They chose a quaint
chapel, surrounded by close friends and family. Nico, dressed in a sharp
suit, stood at the altar, his heart pounding as he watched Maria walk down
the aisle. She was stunning in a white dress, her face glowing with
happiness.
As Maria reached the altar, the priest began, "Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today to witness the union of Nico DeLuca and Maria in holy
matrimony. If anyone has any reason why these two should not be wed,
speak now or forever hold your peace."
The room was silent, filled only with the love and support of their closest
friends and family.
The priest continued, "Nico, do you take Maria to be your lawfully wedded
wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as
long as you both shall live?"
Nico looked deeply into Maria's eyes and said, "I do."
The priest then turned to Maria. "Maria, do you take Nico to be your
lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health,
for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"
Maria smiled through her tears and said, "I do."
The priest smiled warmly. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce
you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Nico and Maria leaned in and shared a tender, heartfelt kiss, sealing their
vows.
After the ceremony, the celebration continued with a lively reception.
Friends and family toasted to the newlyweds, and laughter filled the air.
Maria leaned in and whispered to Nico, "I can't believe we're finally
married. I love you so much."
Nico smiled, his eyes shining with love. "I love you too, Maria. Forever."
As the night wore on, Nico and Maria retreated to their private room. Nico
and Maria, now married, were curled up on the couch together. They were
relaxed and happy, wrapped in each other's embrace.
Maria looked up at Nico with a soft smile. "So, now that we're married,
what do you imagine our life will be like?"
Nico kissed the top of her head. "I see us in a cozy house with a big
garden. And we could have a couple of kids, a dog also maybe."
Maria's eyes sparkled. "I'd love that. We could have Sunday family
dinners, and I'd teach them to bake cookies."
Nico chuckled and gently kissed her lips. "And we could go on vacations—
maybe take them to the beach, let them build sandcastles."
Maria laughed softly, then pulled him into a deeper kiss. The warmth of
their affection filled the room.
The scene shifted to Nico's hardware store. The shop was quiet, with tools
neatly arranged on shelves. Nico was working behind the counter when
his phone rang. Seeing Maria's name on the screen, he answered with a
smile.
"Hey, Maria!" Nico said warmly.
But instead of Maria's voice, a cold, menacing voice came through the line.
"You shouldn't have fucking left. You've made a huge mistake NICO, it was
a big deal for me, and now you're going to pay for it."
Nico's smile vanished, he knows this voice before. "What the hell do you
want?"
The voice sneered. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. But I'll take something
precious from you life. So say goodbye to your sweet wife."
Before Nico could respond, the call ended abruptly.
A surge of panic and fury gripped Nico. He knew exactly who had called
him. His heart raced as he bolted out of the store, his mind filled with a
single thought: get home.
He got into his car and drives as fast he can. He reached his house.
Nico burst through the front door of his house, his breath ragged and his
face pale. The once-cozy home now felt like a tomb. He rushed through
the rooms, shouting for Maria, "MARIA….MARIA.." but there was no
answer.
He reached the living room and was met with a devastating sight. Maria's
body lay on the floor without head, Torn clothes and blood flowing from
her body. The reality of her death hit Nico like a punch to the gut. He fell to
his knees beside her, his voice breaking as he choked out, "No… Maria,
no!" crying loudly.
The memory slowly faded, leaving Nico's tear-filled eyes as he stood alone
in his bedroom, the echo of their shared moments lingering painfully in his
mind.
He wiped his tears and grabbed his phone, his hands trembling as he
dialed to his old friend John Ace number. The line rang a few times before
John picked up.
"Hey, Nico," John's voice came through, concerned but calm. "What's
going on?"
Nico's voice was rough with emotion. "John, I need your help. Something
fucking terrible has happened, and I'm in deep shit."
John's tone turned serious. "What's happened?"
Nico took a shaky breath. "Maria's dead. Tony is behind this, and I need to
find that son of a bitch. I don't give a damn what it takes."
John, "What the fuck was wrong with you, why didn't you tell me about
this."
Nico responded, "Sorry,I was confused about what to do after I saw her
dead, I was in depression," Nico with tears in his eyes "and that
mothefucker even took her head."
There was a moment of silence on the other end. "Alright, Nico. I'm on it.
We'll find that son of a bitch."
Nico felt a flicker of hope amidst his anguish. "Thanks, John. I owe you."
"Just hang tight. I'll be there as soon as I can," John said, his voice firm,
before ending the call.
Nico adjusted his clothes, puts cool black shades and tries to steady
himself. Then he walked out of the room took a jacket and went out, he
then got into his car to meet his friend John.
Nico drove to John's house, his mind racing with anger and grief. The loss
of Maria had left him shattered, but his rage toward Tony Caruso was what
kept him going. He needed to find Tony, and he needed John's help to do it.
When Nico arrived, John was already waiting outside, sensing the
urgency. He led Nico inside, and they sat down at the kitchen table.
John looked at Nico, his eyes filled with concern. "Nico, what the hell
happened?"
Nico clenched his fists, trying to hold back his tears. "Tony. That bastard
killed Maria."
John's face darkened. "Nico. I'm so sorry. What do you want to do?"
Nico's voice was cold and determined. "I want to find Tony and make him
pay. And"
John nodded. "Alright. Where do we start?"
Nico took a deep breath. "You know some people who might know where
Tony is. We need to find them."
John leaned back, thinking. "Yeah, I know a few guys who might have a
clue. But it's going to be risky. Tony's got eyes everywhere."
Nico's eyes burned with intensity. "We need to move fast. I can't let him
get away with this."
John placed hand on Nico's shoulder. "We'll get him, Nico. But you need to
stay focused. Rage can cloud your judgment."
Nico nodded, though his anger was barely contained. "I know. But I can't
help it. I loved her, John. She was everything to me."
John sighed. "I get it, man. But we need to be smart about this. Tony's got a
lot of people watching his back."
Nico's voice was steady but filled with venom. "I don't care how many
people he has. I'll go through every one of them if I have to."
John looked at him, seeing the resolve in his friend's eyes. "Alright, then.
Let's go. We'll start with Vinny. He's usually hanging out at the old bar on
Fifth Street."
Nico stood up, his face set in determination. "Let's do this."
Searching for Tony
Nico and John drove to the bar on Fifth Street. It was a seedy, run-down
place where lowlifes and old mafia guys spent their days. They parked a
distance away and approached cautiously.
"Remember, we don't know who or what we'll find in there," John
whispered.
Nico nodded, his hand on his gun. "Let's just get this over with."
They slipped inside, moving quietly through the smoky haze. The bar was
filled with shady characters, and at the back, they spotted Vinny, an old
associate of Tony's, nursing a drink.
John nodded towards Vinny. "There he is. Let's talk to him."
They approached Vinny's table, and he looked up, surprise and fear
flashing in his eyes when he saw Nico.
"Nico, John… what are you doing here?" Vinny stammered.
Nico leaned in, his voice cold. "We need to find Tony. Where is he?"
Vinny shook his head, looking around nervously. "I don't know, man. I
haven't seen him in weeks."
Nico's patience snapped. He grabbed Vinny by the collar and pulled him
close. "Don't bullshit me, Vinny. Where is he?"
Vinny's eyes widened in fear. "I swear, I don't know! Last I heard, he was
laying low. Maybe try Sal's place. He might know something."
John placed a hand on Nico's arm, calming him down. "Alright, Vinny.
We'll go check it out. But if you're lying, we'll be back."
They left the bar and headed to Sal's place, a dilapidated warehouse on
the outskirts of town.
At Sal's Place
Nico and John arrived at Sal's warehouse, a dilapidated building on the
outskirts of town. They parked the car and approached quietly, trying to
avoid drawing attention.
Nico kicked open the door and stormed inside, startling Sal and a girl who
were in the middle of an intimate moment in the bedroom. The girl, barely
dressed, quickly grabbed a sheet to cover herself and scrambled off the
bed.
"What the fuck, Nico?!" Sal yelled.
Nico ignored the girl and fixed his cold, angry eyes on Sal. "Where's
Tony?"
Sal sneered. "You think you can just barge in here and make demands?
You're out of your fucking mind."
Nico stepped closer, his voice low and menacing. "Tell me where he is,
Sal, or this is going to get ugly."
Sal's bravado faltered under Nico's glare. "Alright, alright. Last I heard, he
was at his bar. But you didn't hear it from me."
Nico nodded and turned to leave. "Thanks, Sal. Enjoy your day."
At the Bar
Nico and John arrived at Tony's bar, a seedy place with a reputation for
trouble. They walked inside, the smoky air and dim lighting adding to the
tense atmosphere.
The bar was filled with rough-looking patrons, all of whom eyed Nico and
John suspiciously. Nico walked up to the bar and slammed his fist on the
counter, getting everyone's attention.
"Where's Tony?" Nico demanded, his voice echoing through the room.
The patrons exchanged nervous glances but remained silent. Nico's
patience snapped. He grabbed a nearby stool and threw it across the
room, shattering a table.
"I said, where's Tony?!"
Still, no one answered. Nico's rage boiled over, and he lunged at the
nearest patron, a burly man with a scar across his face. A brutal fight
broke out, with fists flying and blood spilling.
The Fight Scene began
Nico and John fought fiercely, taking on multiple men at once. Nico's
movements were fueled by his anger and grief, each punch and kick
delivered with deadly precision.
A man lunged at Nico with a knife. Nico sidestepped, grabbed the man's
wrist, and twisted it, causing the knife to fall to the floor. Nico then
delivered a brutal punch to the man's face, sending him crashing into a
table.
John was fighting off two men at once, blocking their punches and
countering with his own. He grabbed a bottle from the bar and smashed it
over one man's head, then kicked the other in the stomach, causing him to
double over in pain. John followed up with a knee to the man's face,
knocking him out cold.
Nico turned to see a man coming at him with a broken bottle. He ducked
just in time, grabbed the man's arm, and slammed him into the bar. The
man's head hit the counter with a sickening thud, and he collapsed to the
floor, unconscious.
Another man came at Nico with a pool cue, swinging wildly. Nico caught
the cue mid-swing, snapped it in half, and used the broken end to jab the
man in the ribs. The man gasped in pain and fell to the floor, clutching his
side.
John was now grappling with a large, tattooed man. The man lifted John
and slammed him onto a table, breaking it under their weight. John rolled
away just in time to avoid a heavy boot aimed at his head. He quickly got to
his feet, grabbed a chair, and smashed it over the tattooed man's back,
bringing him down.
Nico was grabbed from behind by a thug trying to choke him. Nico
elbowed the man in the ribs, then threw his head back, breaking the thug's
nose. As the thug stumbled back, Nico turned and delivered a devastating
roundhouse kick, knocking him out.
Blood and broken glass covered the floor, and the bar was in chaos. Nico
and John continued to fight, their determination unwavering. Despite the
odds, they managed to overpower their attackers, leaving a trail of
battered and bloodied men in their wake.