D Angelo Library Novels & Stories

Waiting until she heard him disappear inside the men’s room, Angel quickly made a break for it, telling Finan the fae elder, “I’m just going to grab something from the storeroom. Can you keep an eye on things for me?” At a nod from the silver-haired man, Angel charged through the very door that Layon had disappeared behind and began to race toward the storeroom door at the far end of the hallway, hoping to avoid him and the others until she was sure they were all off the premises.

That would help us both, knowing we cheated on each other at the same time! —----------------------------------------- Ace’s POV I tried Angel’s phone for the millionth time, but still no answer. It was written all over her face that she was lying, she was going to no gym. And lately, she’d been hanging out with my grandfather; my very hot and charming grandfather, John Vittorino. I tracked her phone, and indeed! She was at the same house John used to brag to me about shagging his mistresses in. My heart sank! My thoughts ran wild. I didn't know what to do with myself, rather, I just started shaking. I needed a way out!

He is no other person but… Rex Angelo! "Screw that son of a bitch! If he thinks sending me money would correct all the embarrassment he caused me then he better think again." Dolly tilts her head up in concern, wondering what Cherry got mad about. With a small whines, she got Cherry’s attention. “It's nothing baby, let’s go back to bed.” She tosses the phone aside and cuddles her dog for a long night rest.

Angelo’s voice crackled through the receiver. “You’re gonna regret this, Dante,” Angelo’s voice was hoarse, full of rage. “I got your package. The one with my men’s eyes, tongues, and ears... those little fuckers. I’ll make you pay for this. I’ll rip your limbs off one by one and feed you to my fucking hounds.” I could hear the fury in his voice, the desperation. He thought I was rattled. But he had no idea.

🍒Angela 🍒 And as if a sudden realization hit my mind, my eyes grew big. Was this...? "C'mon Angel, I didn't plan this for myself," he spoke, leaning towards my ear, "but if you still want to stay close, we can still go back home and--"

I accidently blurted out and they both looked at me. “You’re dating someone?” James asked “You sneak” Tattia said “no… wait… I didn’t mean..” I didn’t continue because the door opened and Dante walked in with Antonio and Gio behind him. In the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that Dante, Gio and Antonio were basically Kian, well what I knew of him. Antonio was a master manipulator I saw him work his magic on Serena and Gio was just evil if he wanted to be and Dante, well he didn’t really show much. I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them.

But ever since his last meeting with Dante, he had been irritated and needed to let out all his emotions. The only way he knew was going on a killing spree, and what a right timing because one of his enemies just decided to infiltrate one of his storage house and gave him the perfect opportunity to destroy them. “Gosh, you look so terrifying.” The storage door opened and Angelo walked inside the house. He looked at the dead corpses on the ground and shook his head. “Man, did you really have to kill them all? Our disposal team will have a hard time dealing with this later.” Angelo stated as he approached Sergio carefully, watching his steps to make sure he was not stepping on the corpse and r

Before he could finish making that promise, the door opened and Marcello landed on the floor where he had been tossed. “Look who it is,” Martin exclaimed loudly as he dusted his hands, then turned to face Marcello, who writhed in pain, and said, “I can not believe your aide can be this weak.” “What the hell are you doing here?!” Donatello thundered. “To see Mr. Gonzalez,” Martin replied. “Now, if you will excuse me, I need to say goodbye to him.” As he approached the bed, Don's hand curled up in a fist. His fingers grinded against each other as he tightened his grip.

ANGEL Daniel worked from home now. Most days, at least. His study was all dark wood and leather, blueprints spread across a massive desk, his screens glowing with data I didn’t understand. He spent hours there, phone pressed to his ear, his voice shifting between languages I couldn’t follow. I kept finding excuses to interrupt him.

I ordered sharply. "Who was the woman?" Creed asked, his brow furrowed. "Angelina's mother." Creed's mouth formed a silent 'O' of understanding before he quickly followed Gabriel out of the room to run the plates. Exactly thirty minutes later, they walked back in, looking completely relaxed. "Angelina and her mother are currently staying at an apartment belonging to Mrs. Anthony. She's an old friend of Lucia's. Apparently, Lucia and her youngest daughter flew into Rome this weekend for a sudden holiday," Gabriel reported smoothly.