Nico Di Angelo Book Series Novels & Stories

It was like staring into the face of death itself. Revnesolena wasted no moment and sprinted for them, the blade rage also knew why? The man Antonio wasn't human… He… He… He was a demon! (Oooh! Spicy!) … Antonio looked at Sebastian's eyes and spoke in a clear commanding tone, so cold that it made even Sebastian's bones rattle. "It's you!" "You are the one I want to kill the most!" Antonio said could. "From the moment I saw you I just wanted to hit your stupid face."

No man would be able to tame her and she probably would have killed whoever she was married to. So as soon as he made me Capo at 21, I made her my enforcer. Let’s just say I haven’t had a late payment from Bookies since she took over. She has her entire back tattooed in a pair of angel wings; every feather being a life she’s taken. “Amaretto, baby,” Vinny says with a shark smile, and Emilia shoots him a glare. That’s her nickname; a sweet taste and scent, only to feel a little bitter going down. She loves the fucking name.

"What would you like to drink?" "A whisky is fine." I reply. I watch as he pours a glass for me and offers it, though I hesitate to drink it, afraid it might be a trap. But I have no choice but to take it. "Don't worry, young Carluccio, you can be sure that drink isn't poisoned. Since I don't wish to detain you longer than necessary, let's talk business. My name is Nicolai Volkov..." "How can you be Nicolai Volkov, when that was the bastard who set a trap for my grandfather?" I interrupt, standing up and pulling out my gun, as does Flavio and his two men.

Nico's face immediately turned red with seething rage. “What the hell, Dante. What's he doing here?” He asked glaring dangerously at Andreas. Dante's look from Nico to Andreas was genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Nico? Are you guys not okay? I thought you guys were best buds.” “I can't be friends with a snitch!” Nico barked. Andreas had no choice but to respond. “Alright. That's enough. Dante thanks for inviting me, but I have to leave now. Enjoy your evening”. With that he turned to leave, ignoring Nico's jabs.

His jaw was tight, lips pressed into a flat line. Nico took a slow step forward, and I swear the floorboards creaked under the weight of it. “Santiago came to me,” he said, his voice so low it almost blended into the quiet. “He wanted the same thing from me. My loyalty. My silence. YOUR life.” The words were slow, deliberate, but his anger was a living thing — I could feel it pulsing through the room. “But I didn’t take the deal,” Nico went on, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t even think about taking the deal. And then I find out—” He stopped, his mouth curling into something sharp and cold. “—that you’d already agreed to give me up.”

Bianca Niko is unsettled, his leg bouncing beside mine as he stared upfront while one of Luca's men drove us out of Dimitri's drive. The irony is upon me that I came here a Rossi, and I'm leaving a Costa. It's nerve-wracking and upsetting. It's also exciting and sordid. Niko's warning that my use of the word 'no' plays in my mind. I wonder what would have happened if we had been alone five to ten minutes more.

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“But when I say your name… it won’t be with respect. It will be with hate.” Antonio’s smile is small and bitter. “Good. Hate is honest.” He leans back in the chair. “Begin.” Nico moves first—fast and feral. He grabs me by the waist, flips me onto my hands and knees, facing Antonio directly. Victor kneels in front of me. His cock—thick, heavy, already leaking—is inches from my mouth. Nico positions himself behind me. Spreads my ass cheeks. His tongue presses against my pussy first—long, slow licks that make me moan.

“He’s a monster. He breaks bones, burns people alive, melts them in acid baths while they scream. He’s killed men, women, children. Do you hear me? He killed twelve people last night while you slept. How long before he gets bored with you? Before those same hands wrap around your throat? You think you’re different? You’re not. You’ll end up just like them.” I force myself to stay calm, even as my chest tightens. “Are we done here?” He leans back. “Sure, you can leave whenever you want. Just remember, if Diablo Romano is being kind to you, it’s because he wants something. He doesn’t know what honesty is. He uses people, April. Chews them up, spits them out. No one rises to the top without cru

And here we go. “Nooooooo!” Nico screams, literally screams, shaking his head and running to Hazel and tugging at the hem of her skirt. “It’s cheating, cheating, cheating...” “But you promised,” Angelo scowls, crossing his arms over his little chest, his little eyes full of accusation. “You don’t break a promise, uncle Vector. That’s a bad thing. Ms Russo says God watches everything, and he doesn’t like people who break their promises.” “Son, if Jesus was really watching, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” I roll my eyes.