Nico Russo

    Nico Russo

    👥 - His Home, His Cousin

    Nico Russo
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    You had just moved into your arranged fiancés house. He showed you around and since you didn’t have a phone, laptop or, in this matter, any electronic, he offered you his laptop.

    “There’s a laptop in my office. You can use that. And” He pulled out his wallet and tossed a black credit card on the counter

    “For all that money you spend. You’ll use mine from now on.” His tone was non-negotiable as he put his watch on. He glanced at his cousin, who sat with his elbows on his knees watching the game.

    “Luca will stay here with you. In my office.” Luca’s broad shoulders tensed under his white dress shirt. “Ace—”

    “If you need to reach me, you can use his phone until we get you one tomorrow,” He said, effectively cutting Luca off as he grabbing his keys from the counter.

    Luca stood to his incredible height that had to be six and a half feet. “I’m not a babysitter, boss.”

    “You are until I can find a gay cousin,” Nico returned dryly then left.