Nico De Angelo Novels & Stories

“Only a couple of weeks ago you were teasing him about it. Now he’s going to be Don. Do you even realize what that means?” Nico belched aloud. “Now he’s going to have to pick his underboss between the both of us?” he asked with a smirk. I let out a big exhale. My grip on the paper tightened. Lorenzo sighed and shook his head. “Although, I must add, with how you’re acting right now, you’re not going to be that much of a competition.” Nico continued. “You don’t get it, do you?” Lorenzo asked. “I do get it. I get that you’re a pussy, and you want Angelo to chicken out of his birthright…”

He walked up to me staring at my cleavage the whole time, not even trying to hide the fact he was drooling over my body. "Long time no see, love," He spoke in a dark voice, eyeing my body up and down with his evil yet beautiful brown eyes. I shot him a fake smile and started to walk past him because there was no way I'm dealing with him right now. Suddenly, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist and felt the sudden coldness of rings on my skin, and the owner of the large hand pulled me towards his hard chest. "Did I say you could fucking leave angel?" Alessandro spoke angrily his grip tightening on my wrist.

August gave a gesture from the rear. The media representatives were werefocused on the coffin as though Nico would jump out at any anytime. I took a seat at the podium and switched on the microphone. My voice bounced back. “We are burying a man today who the world did not deserve. Hold on,” I started. One tear fell from my eye. It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.”

He removes his finger and thumb from my face. “I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.

“Baby, you get diamonds. That’s your titty card.” The girl laughed, drunk as hell, pressing the card against her chest and blowing a kiss. “Who’s next?” Vincenzo said, spinning another card toward a girl grinding in Miguel’s lap, even though he was already half-dead. Angelo didn’t move. He sat near the balcony doors, one arm draped over the chair, the other holding a cigarette. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched the city. Lights blinked far off, slow and steady. Cars honked below, but nothing serious. Not yet.

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

A narrow trail passed through the weeds beneath my feet. “You notice too much.” “I wouldn’t have survived this long if I didn’t.” The reminder of the previous night made my expression soften. “How is your wound?” “I’ve had worse.” “That wasn’t what I asked.” “I’m fine, Arielle.” The way he spoke my name unsettled me. Everyone else shortened it to Arie, but Nico pronounced every syllable as though my name deserved his complete attention. I folded my arms. “Why are you here?” “I came to speak with Angelo about the attack.”

They dragged me into the back office of the restaurant, locked the door, and threw me onto the leather couch. Nico walked in slowly, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt. He was tall, broad, with dark hair, cold gray eyes, and a scar across his left cheek. Power rolled off him like smoke. He was the underboss — second only to the Don — and everyone feared him. He held up my phone, the photo still on the screen. “Stupid little girl,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “You thought you could spy on me and get away with it?”

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.