Nico Di Angelo And Will Solace Novels & Stories

Sam insisted, turning on her phone recorder. “What?” “Say the words.” She repeated, pushing her phone closer to his mouth like a microphone. Angelo exhaled through his nose, then said slowly, “If anything happens to Mia Williams, I, Angelo Moretti, will be held responsible.” “Good,” Sam shot back, her tone cutting like a knife. ***********^** Inside the bar, the atmosphere was dim and filled with smoke, as the soft murmur of hushed conversations blended with the sound of clinking glasses. Angelo’s gaze swept across the room until it fell upon her.

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.

I would have already gone upstairs if I knew where the bedroom was I needed to sleep and recover. "Nico ..." "Michel ." "What did you say?" "Boss . Bye Angelo's girlfriend. Angelo don't let Rachel interfere. By the way I've been watching. " Nico was making his way Out " eew get out , and for goodness sake give us privacy . I don't wat you watching us. " "Paul likes her .Ha ha and you're a slave to her very very..." Angelo walked to the kitchen island and pulled out a gun pointing it at Nico.

But now, even with his tailored suit covered in a mess of frosting and icing, Luca still looked at the boy fondly while wiping off the cream stuck to the boy's nose. I had never seen such gentleness and tenderness in his eyes before this. "Slow down, Nico. Eat it properly," he said gently and affectionately. Nico Bernardi was also the first name stated on the will just now. My gaze shifted, landing on Angela Fasano next to him instead, dressed in a white frock. She was leaning slightly toward him in her seat while wiping off the icing and frosting on Nico's hands. "Look how much Nico looks like you, Luca," she said.

Interested, he wanted to turn his head and looked over at his back to let himself knows, who could be the one that can make himself pay attention to the surroundings but before he could do that, he noticed that the noisy class a while ago suddenly quietened down, tilting his head to the side, his dull eyes smashed to a person peach eyes that held worries on it but can’t hide the light that represent the excitement the person on his side felt at the moment, he was silent and confused for a while so Angelo raises his head with doubt and came into contact at a person eyes that belonged to a girl that couldn’t be familiar with him or to the Angelo in his consciousness that suddenly become silent

An expression left my lips as I used my palm to block his mouth. “I still owe you an apology.” His grumble vibrated against my hand. I tutted, and set his mouth free, allowing him to blow out a huge sigh. “I know.” I sighed. “But now it is about you, not me. Just do it!” His eyes locked with mine, searching for a glimmer of hope. With a heavy sigh, he finally whispered, "Okay, Angel. I'll try... for you." A surge of relief washed over me as I embraced him tighter than ever before. "Thank you, Ace.” “This is a step we are taking together, and I promise to be there every step of the way.” I assured him, sucking my lips.

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.

Nico stayed close, his hand brushing mine subtly as we moved toward the elevators, grounding me after an intense day. As we drove home, Tulio bounced in the back seat, full of excitement and energy. “Angel, you’re the best!” he exclaimed, holding up his little trophy—half his lunch, half his enthusiasm. I laughed, ruffling his hair again. Nico’s hand stayed on mine, his calm presence anchoring me. Outside, the city lights blurred past, and I felt a sense of quiet victory. Emily had tried, but she was no match for careful planning, preparation, and the quiet but firm partnership Nico and I shared.

* * NIKOLAS Vincent, his cousin had snubbed this meeting, and Angelo had fucking disappeared. Nikolas swore that if he found Angelo in one of his rooms fucking any of the servants, he would kill him. It wouldn't be the first time he'd caught his friend's pants down with one of the maids__ Not even the second, or the third. Meeting with Valentina's family and some of his associates was wearing him out. Maybe he needed a drink or a smoke. Nikolas was forced to halt when he spotted Angelo, but his friend wasn't alone.

“Too late.Whats good for the goose also apploes to the gander” And then we walked down together. The cameras flashed. The music swelled. Every mafia family worth a damn had shown up — which was a problem, because I recognized all the devils. Including him. Nico Salvador. Old serpent in a five-thousand-dollar suit. Standing too close to the stage, smiling like he wasn’t planning something wicked. Nero’s fingers flexed on my waist and drank up the rest of his cocktail at a go.His face set in a murderous expression