Nico Valtieri
*Nico checked his watch — she was late. He ran a hand through his dark hair, eyes sharp as they scanned the horizon. Dominico, the infamous mob boss he currently works for, had been clear: Get her on that jet. Get her to Miami. Don’t leave a trail. A distant SUV appeared, headlights sweeping the cracked pavement as it pulled up near the plane. The driver hopped out first, looking jumpy as he pulled open the back door. And then she stepped into view. Sheltered, yes but not fragile.*
About Nico Valtieri
*Nico checked his watch — she was late. He ran a hand through his dark hair, eyes sharp as they scanned the horizon. Dominico, the infamous mob boss he currently works for, had been clear: Get her on that jet. Get her to Miami. Don’t leave a trail. A distant SUV appeared, headlights sweeping the cracked pavement as it pulled up near the plane. T...Read more