Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

And I bet when we were out of this place, she'd bicker with me for actually doing it. "Why did you ask me to dance with you?" "How do you know Nicole?" The both of us asked at the same time. "I don't owe you an explanation but I will answer you nonetheless. I wasn't interested in dancing with anyone so I thought if I danced with you, it'd stop every other person from walking up to me." Bianca almost sounded honest as she said this. Perhaps she was but I couldn't get myself to believe a single word that came out of her mouth.

Bianca cracked, her whole body shaking as she broke down sobbing on Evie’s shoulder. I just sat there, waiting for it. Any second now. The yelling, the accusations, the part where Bianca would rip me apart piece by piece until there was nothing left. I was ready for it because if anyone deserved to get torn apart, it was me. “They were holding Bianca and Stefano on more charges,” Niko said, his voice flat as he dropped into the chair across from me. “Apparently, they’ve got witnesses. Evidence. Victims.” I leaned back, rubbing a hand over my face. We were holed up at Niko’s estate, doors locked tight, curtains drawn. Right now, there was no better move. We had to stay together, stay low, and

Now, I couldn't even be bothered to answer him. Seeing this, Bianca reached out, trying to draw his sympathy. Before, he would've swept her into his arms without hesitation. This time, he didn't even glance her way. Instead, all his attention was on me, as he searched my eyes for any trace of emotion—anything at all. Alas, he was met with disappointment. "Get out of my way," I said indifferently. My attitude finally snapped Damiano. He lunged forward and grabbed my wrist, barking, "Come home with me and stop embarrassing yourself out here!"

All the while we were talking, he spoke in Italian, while I replied in English. "What about Bianca? I need to make her pay for almost killing me," I frowned, and Angelo stared at me. "What's wrong?" I mumbled. Angelo hesitated before speaking: "Bianca is dead." My eyes widened in shock. "What?!" I gasped. "How... how is she dead?" "Don Alessio killed her. He was furious about what she did to you, so he killed her without hesitation. She's buried here in the clan, but like an animal," Angelo replied.

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

he says as I burrowed my brows in confusion, I had no idea what he was talking about. "It about Bianca, I wish I would had listen to you a few weeks ago. But I trusted too much,for that am very sorry and she will pay for what she have done to your mother and my mate" Nico says. I nobbed at him, I had no words to say. Everyone was quite aware that Bianca was his lover and he trusted her so much, which led to my mother's posioning. I could see the guilt in his eyes and I feel for him. He has trusted Bianca so much and it was clear he didn't imagine she would stap him in the back.

Instead, she was still here—trapped in his world, in his bed, and worst of all, in his hold. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the balcony railing as a low, familiar voice whispered from the shadows behind her. “You look troubled, bella.” Isla stiffened, recognizing the voice immediately. Nico Bianchi. She turned slowly, keeping her expression neutral as she faced the man standing just beyond the shadows. He was tall, lean, and dangerous in a way that was different from Dante. Where Dante was all raw power and control, Nico exuded a smooth, calculated charm that made him just as deadly.

I muttered to him, asking. "It could be something else." Niko muttered, walking along with me. "Is she part of your family?" Angelo asked, still looking at me. "No one has ever mentioned that Bianchi has a daughter." He added, waiting for an answer. "You're here for business, not to poke your nose in our matters. I hope I have made myself clear." Alessio shot, daggering a cold look at him. "I was just curious." Angelo said, smirking. I didn't like him, I didn't like the way he looked at me, it was similar to how Sienna looked at Alessio, but her intentions were pure, but his intentions seemed evil, his gaze made me furious.

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

I would have already gone upstairs if I knew where the bedroom was I needed to sleep and recover. "Nico ..." "Michel ." "What did you say?" "Boss . Bye Angelo's girlfriend. Angelo don't let Rachel interfere. By the way I've been watching. " Nico was making his way Out " eew get out , and for goodness sake give us privacy . I don't wat you watching us. " "Paul likes her .Ha ha and you're a slave to her very very..." Angelo walked to the kitchen island and pulled out a gun pointing it at Nico.