Novelas y relatos de Nico De Angelo

Emiliano asked with a frown and Angelo beamed as he prepared to pop the champagne open but posed to look at his best friend "So how was the night, I heard you took the little kitten to your private penthouse huh...tell me...did you have fun?" Angelo lowered close to Emiliano and whispered with a grin and winked in the process, Emiliano feeling irritated massaged his temples because it seemed Nickolas had started running his mouth anyhow "Do your work okay...focus on getting people out of jail and putting more criminals in jail" he said coldly and rise from his chair and folded his white shirt sleeves up to his elbows and glanced at his phone

“You can’t come in here. Leave now of your own will, or leave in a plastic bag.” My lip curled up into a snarl, and I slammed my hands against his chest. “Get me Vitale!” I cried out. “Miss, I’ll give you ten seconds to get back in the car before we open fire.” Anger flared in me, and I whipped back around to him. “No, you listen to me. You have ten seconds to get me Laureano Vitale.” “What is all the commotion about out here, Angelo?” a deep voice rumbled from the door. It was one I recognized despite the years since I’d last heard it. The overflow of my anxiety was wiped away at the calming, familiar tones.

~ELENA~ Alessandro’s fingers dig so deep into my skin that I’m sure I’ll bruise. My pulse thunders in my ears, drowning out even the whispers of the crowd. Nico doesn’t blink. Doesn’t move. He’s a statue carved out of ice and rage, his jaw tight, his eyes locked on Alessandro like he’s already chosen the best way to destroy him. And then….he smiles. It’s not kind. Not playful. Not the cocky smirk he wears when he’s teasing me at home.

A dark bark of laughter slipped past Nico’s lips as he shuddered before staring me dead in the eye again, obviously having a remark to make. “I’ll admit it—I wanted this bullshit cleared out for you. Antonio deserves better than some stuck-up obsessive fucking psychopath like you. And yes, I gave advances. As much as I eyed him, wanted to fuck his brains out—he declined. I tried wooing him, literally begged for an affair, but he shoved me off. All because of you,” Nico spat. More frown lines etched on his face as he complained.

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

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’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

I stood at Alessia’s back, and the male stood up suddenly. “Hello Anya.” he beamed. He was really cute. Does Vincenzo only have cute people around him? I tilted my head “How do you know my name?” “The guys told me. I am Nico. Nice to meet you.” he smiled. He looked playful and boyish and a little younger than the rest guys. Alessia tugged my shirt and I turned to look at her. “He is Nico, I and Vince's adopted brother. He may look playful, but he is a skilled assassin and a fucking asshole.”

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

The delicacy was well received by his palate and he nodded in approval. “How did it go with Alonzo?” Nico asked, although he knew that it was surely a success. “I retrieved the chip, and sent him off to the pearly gates.” Nero had a sweet tooth. The little demon was really an enigma. A ruthless mafia boss that did not drink or smoke. He picked his poison and it was sweets, and the other was his shameless womanising, or debauchery as Nico called it. “You have a zoom meeting with the directors of all the companies tomorrow, so we can roundup and leave for Sicily soon.” Nico informed his boss, and Nero merely nodded.