Novel & Cerita Angel Diablo

And now, they knew exactly who to target to make me bleed. Matteo pulled on his jacket and holstered a blade against his hip. The way he moved was different now. Less lover, more predator. “I’ll call in the Diavlo,” he said. “We don’t go in blind.” As he opened the hidden drawer beneath the wardrobe and pulled out another gun, I followed him with the same chill settling into my bones that always came when blood was about to be spilled. This wasn’t just business anymore. They took her. And someone was going to pay for that.

God. His white t-shirt and black pants were covered in blood, a huge knife strapped to his thigh. Cold, empty eyes passed over me for a brief second, almost dismissing me, before he took a step inside, his gun trained on Enzo. This was il Diavolo, the angel of death. A man who thrived on killing. A shiver went through me and I forgot how to breathe. Faust came for me. As? Why?

An Angel of light, an Angel of darkness, an Angel of peace and tranquility, an Angel of life, an Angel of death—I have the capability of becoming any type of Angel I choose to be, but my choices solely depend on the person standing, sitting perhaps, on the other side. And right now, with the person seated right in front of me, I am an Angel of darkness and death. Angel, not just a name, but a lifestyle. “Angioletto discovers his friend’s secret but decides to understand his need to shield his family from the bloody affairs of Cosa Nostra. With that understanding, their friendship continues thriving until Angioletto was tasked with a mission to wipe out the entire generation of a certain man.

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Angelo angrily shouted as he pulled his hair because of frustration. He furiously jumped on the soft bed- trying to ease the boiling anger that- he; felt inside of him. Punching the bed several times, Angelo mumbled some curse words while hiding his face on the pillow. “Argh!” he shouted as he punched while kicking the air. “I’ll certainly remember what you did, you ugly Homosapien, and I will have- my revenge on you a hundredfold. You wait and see you perverted, ugly, disgusting Homosapien. You’re going to taste the revenge of this ultra handsome Angelo Ian Diano. I’ll make sure that you would beg for forgiveness for stealing my first kiss and for molesting my precious; lips.”

I guess twenty five hundred will take me so far and I'll change my name and get a job to survive and pray like hell that my father doesn’t find me. Angelo Benardi, leader of the mafia group Angels of death. The reason why they call themselves angels of death is because they decide when and where you die. I don't think my father would kill me. He loves his family more than anything he goes through so much to protect us with that being said his punishment would hurt like hell that much i know. “What is it that you're thinking about?” I nearly jumped from my skin when I heard the dragon's voice behind me. then it dawned on me that the doors had not yet opened so I leaned forward and pressed the

I had confusion written all over my face as I waited for an answer. “Diablo is the person who shot at us, he is a mafia boss. His mafia is the strongest in the country and they have more power than we do. He's the worst kind of person on earth and when scum meets with power, that's a very terrible combination. The last thing you'd want to do is to get on his bad side, cause when you do he would make you regret it. And Saint has been on neutral grounds with him for years, I wonder what changed.” He says and with each word he said my face whitened. "That's Daniel.” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I stared in shock.

Finally, I turned right and padded around the corner— A pair of arms grabbed me, then pushed me against the wall. “I told you you wouldn't get away,” Ardian purred. “I don't want to hurt you, Angel, but”—he pulled out his gun and aimed it at my forehead—"I will shoot you if you try anything funny.” “Ardian… please,” I breathed, slowly lifting my hands. “Let me go. You're starting a war.” He snorted. “Over you? Maledetti doesn't care about you. I'm the only one who can truly protect you, remember?” He inched closer, a menacing smile curving his lips. “I killed for you.”

Alonzo: “Of course, you're not going to come with me.” I said, glaring at Maria, who shrugged. “The idea that you believe that I'm asking you permission amuses me. I am going to come with you, I am telling you, not asking you.” She said, and I raised an eyebrow at her. “Diablo is my brother just as much as he wore his second hand. At least he's my brother by blood now. My brother by choice. The two of us grew up being siblings. You were chosen part. The two of us chose to stand against him, and that is why the two of us are going to face him together.”