Nico Di Angelo And Will Solace Novels & Stories

“You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”

I say with a smile, and he nods. “I am, but Dante and Nico are in a disagreement. Nico wants nothing to do with Sylvana after we found out what really happened, but Dante is forcing him into this. Nico knows he has no say because his Capo spoke and it is killing him.” Dario says and slowly stands to get up. “I should go get Nico,” he says, then a few minutes later his Bugatti started up and sped after his angry brother.

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

"Get changed and meet your friends in the gsrden. I’m sure they are all wondering where you are." "Sure." Domienico walked out, going to his room to change before going into the garden to Vallea and his friends. "Is everything okay?" "Just fine Nicolo just needed to chat." Vallea nodded knowing when not to interfere in their mafia business. The music played and they were all diving in the pool splashing each other Nicolo smiled, he was glad his Angel was happy. He was going to show her how much she meant to him tonight.

It was pass seven in the night and we were headed to one of the nightclub owned by L'Angelo. Santino had assured me that there was no way, L'Angelo would be there. He was currently in a meeting with the Niccolo's. Another Mafiosi family. "What is he doing with the Niccolo's?" I asked and shrugged. "Maybe marriage? or their just drinking up everything. Laurel wants to run her own squad and her dear Daddy wants L'Angelos help in return for something." Santino said. "Oh." I nodded. The same Laurel I found him kissing in the basement that day.

“Unlike you, he doesn’t weaponize my pain.” I tensed, my jaw tightening, ready to step in—but Alessandro continued smoothly, like they were discussing the weather. “I came to apologize. For choosing the alliance over family. It was disrespectful.” Nico leaned back in his chair, studying him carefully. “You’re apologizing? That’s rich. What do you want, Alessandro?” “Nothing. Just to clear the air before the wedding.” “The air won’t be cleared until you come home,” Nico said softly. Then his eyes flicked toward me. “Or until Dante’s dead. Preferably both.”

The war that both families were fighting and the war that I was mediating you directly was territory or I knew that the company's memerging would be a good thing but it would also be a bad thing because there are people who don't want the companies to merge together and when Michael Angelo told me that Rosa was actually the one person who knew how to get to him, Nicki don't be too careful that's why we swapped the cars that we were in she had actually put in a tracking device on Michelangelo's car without him noticing so it must have been while we were talking in the diner that one of her men decided that it was okay to track Michelangelo's car because initially we were going one way but we

Ricardo’s POV The private restaurant’s half-empty. I spot Angelo tucked in the far corner, already seated with a half-full glass of red wine in front of him. His shoulders are relaxed, too relaxed, which tells me something's up. I slide into the seat across from him and clear my throat. “What’s the matter?” Angelo raises a brow and smirks sarcastically. “Hello, brother. Thank you for asking how I’m doing this fine afternoon. I’m great, how are you doing?”

Pearl’s pov~ I saw him finally reach for the phone, and the video ended. It was like I was in a trance of some sort after that; soon after, Angelo came in, distracting my thoughts. I was both a priest and a sinner, and I gazed at the screen as though it were a confession booth. Nico's raw, gruff, and remorseful voice blasted through the speakers. Not the smirking, smooth-talking businessman that unnerved everyone. This man was losing his mind.

he muttered into my hair. I sniffed. “He said he wasn’t happy. That I didn't make him happy.” Nico scoffed, pulling back. “Oh, please. Anthony’s version of danger is not labeling his leftovers. You’re way too good and exciting for him.” I managed a weak laugh. Nico smirked. “You know what you need?” “To drown in ice cream?” I asked, looking up at him “Better, Amore!” He grabbed my hands, yanking me up. “We’re going to Prism.”