Bianca And Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

Enzo sat in the back, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he'd already exhausted his patience for the day. The moment Bianca got in, his gaze found hers. His eyes swept over her face, checking for any sign that something was wrong. "You're late." "I was busy saving my company," Bianca said, pulling the door shut behind her. "Whoa, hold on," the younger man in the front seat suddenly spun around, his eyes wide as he looked at Bianca. "You're the famous Bianca Barley? Man, Enzo didn't do you justice. He talks about you like you're some kind of terrifying, cold-blooded corporate assassin, but you're actually stunning."

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”

Grisella's POV It was Devani. It was Luciano Devani all these while. I had recently found out his first name was Luciano. How did I see them working together. Where Vincenzo is restricted from acting, Luciano would take over from him, helping him out with his evil deeds. To think he always painted himself as a saint. Pfft. "Nrghh!" I groaned, stirring. Remembering the incident that took place yesterday, I jumped up from the bed.

"Ms. Marino, when should we reschedule? I'll make sure the date is cleared for you." Before I could find my voice, the television in the lobby cut to a breaking news segment. "Antonio Bianco, the newly anointed Don of the Bianco famiglia, was spotted attending a council meeting with his late brother's widow, Rosetta Serra. The matching rings on their left hands have sparked frantic speculation." The screen flashed a photo of Antonio with his arm draped protectively around Rosetta's shoulders, his free hand raised in a sharp gesture to ward off the prying lenses of the paparazzi.

His eyes drifted across the room, catching sight of young Bianca Cruz, the effortlessly seductive young woman who was the partner in the lives of the Mafia dons, Liam O’Grady and Finn St Just. Licking his thick lips, Nico watched Bianca as she moved, gliding across the room, stopping to talk to people, gracious and in command, graceful yet very much in control. Nico smirked. Dangerously sexy, he mused and grunted, squeezing his companion’s arm, making her squeal.

You might not remember it now, but you'll know it when you see it. "Niccolo's birthday is on October 18th. Remember it. "He likes espresso and hates milk. He taps his fingers on the table when he's nervous. "He has a tiny scar at the end of his left eyebrow from a fall when he was three. "He loves you. More than you'll ever know." All of them were about Nico. Bianca's hand began to shake. "It's been three years," she spat through gritted teeth. "We've been together for three years, and he never once treated me like a real fiancée."

“But we have something. A man named Nico—he used to work for Ricci. He wants to talk.” “Why?” I asked. “He says he has information. Claims he knows where Bianca is hiding.” I narrowed my eyes. “And what does he want in return?” “Money. And safety.” Of course. No one in this world gave anything for free. But if Nico knew where Bianca was, he might be the piece I needed to end this. “Set it up,” I said. “I want to see him today.” We met Nico in a small bar outside the city. The place smelled like old beer and stale smoke. He was sitting in a corner booth, head low, eyes shifting nervously. He looked scared, and that was a good sign. People who feared Bianca usually told the truth.

No, obviously it was old. But that somehow made it worse, and Bianca was around me, smiling at me, and calling herself my friend. Who am I kidding, she must have gotten close to me so they can constantly be together without suspicion. I turned onto my side and buried half my face into the pillow, groaning. What if Nico still loved her? I mean, Bianca was beautiful, elegant, rich and a Mafia-heiress. Everything that made sense beside a man like Nico. And me?

Nico replied. I stood now, stepping closer to him, hands behind my back. “And who is this person?” Nico turned fully to me now, his head slightly tilted and his voice low. “Bianca Mendoza. Bella’s mother.”

Alessandro says. "Oh, that's why." I mouthed a relaxed face. "This shameless bitch, Nicolo Caruso is already married and yet she still stays close to him" Bianca groans between mind discussion as she sips from her glass not letting her eyes blink not even for a second. "I cannot let her have her way," she added. "Ceo Caruso, what an honor," Russo Durante says from behind them. "Who do you think that am here for?" He rolls his eyes dramatically at Russo.