Nico De Angelo Novels & Stories

"I gave you time. I gave you an entire year, son. A year is enough to get over some girl you knew for a very short time. I cannot sit back and enjoy watching you and the business go down in ashes. Look at yourself; you look like a pathetic loser. You have to stop moping around and get a grip on your emotions." "I love Angelina," I said. He laughed. "Well then, stop loving her because she isn't coming back. Angelina is dead. She is gone, and no matter how long you keep grieving, you cannot bring back the dead. So, move on. Go to clubs, have some beer, and fck the shit out of some chick. All you need is a good fck, and then the dead girl will be out of your mind."

Nico looks up at me, half bent over as he cradled the baby close to him as she screams in terror, the noise hurting her despite him having covered her ears. "Run! I can't fight it, it's too strong!" He pleads with me, gritting his teeth as just speaking hurt him more than he cared to admit. He was being domineered, forced to bow. And he feared the man capable of such raw power. They all did. But I know better than to fear the beast. "LANA!" The mighty roar sounds again, this time he was in human form. I look down at Nico. Silently cursing the gods for making Angel so damn smart. Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks.

“You devil. Misbehaving at a charity function.” Angelo laughed and nodded his head. “Actually, I think she was quite pleased with my behavior.” He winked at him. Nikolas gave a raucous laugh. “You are too much, A!” Nikolas then held his hands out. “Don’t even think of making any more puns. I don’t wanna hear it.”

~~Romeo Amoretti~~ “That video… is crazy. Oh my fucking god, Niccolo, you’re a pervert!” Nero shouted, clutching the phone like a lifeline. His face was practically pressed against it. I don’t know how he can see anything from that close up. It’s actually insane.

Only two people were inside. Intimate. Murmuring to each other. And one bartender, wiping some wine glasses. Angel walked straight to the bar. Sat on the tall high chair. His fingers started to tap against the counter. His heartbeat was way too fast. ‘I need a drink to calm down,’ he decided. Even though his stomach was tight and coiled like a fist. “Un amaro, per favore (Something bitter, please),” he said to the bartender, voice low. Something tough.

"Oh, please. You left the club with the Vincenzo De Luca. You think we wouldn’t find out?" Nico grinned. "Babe, the man owns half the damn city. And he just so happened to take you home? We did our research." Noel groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "Guys, nothing happened, and nothing will, okay? And we didn’t even fuck!" Ariel and Nico gasped. Ariel clutched her chest. "What do you mean you didn’t fuck?!" Nico narrowed his eyes. "So let me get this straight…you had the chance to be railed into a new tax bracket and you just… what? Slept?!"

His voice sounded like he was in absolute pain and it sounded so sexy. "What?" I didn't get what he meant by that. "Tristan." He declared. I don't know how he knew it was Tristan. I made an attempt to escape but he held onto me and with one swift turn, my back hit the door and I am now being sandwiched between him and his door. And my eyes found his and I love how darker the shade his eyes looked. Shut the hell up Carmela! "Mr. Steele." My breath hitched when he sniffed my neck once more. His breathing, heavier than mine.

Then he paused and added, “Since you asked about me, Well, I am Marco Moreno, popularly known as Marc.” What?! Julia shouted in her mind. The man before her was a well known upcoming mafia leader. She had heard about his activities in the United States, and now, he was back in Italy! “Today I appear to be in a good mood,” Marco announced as he stood up. “In order to keep me in this mood,” he turned to Martin, “you know what I need.” Martin gave him a look before directing it to Julia, who was still sitting and staring at them.

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.

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!