Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Book Series

“Well, I'm okay. Just going to have to drink those pills prescribed by the doctor, and I guess I’m going to be fine.” “That’s good,” he said, nodding. Then, “Do you need anything?” “I’m okay, Nico. I just want to be alone, really.” “Okay. I understand,” he said nodding. And just then, Angela walked in, gave Nico this angry look, which I had never seen on her before, and then set the tray down. Nico looked at her, then looked down, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Angela went on dealing with the food situation, putting the tray on top of me and then standing over me like a prison warden as she said,

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

He thinks Nico is just another boy in the school. But Nico is a Romano. A mafia heir. A son to the ruthless Mafia Don Lorenzo Romano. And no one walks away after putting their hands on something Nico has decided is his. “Let her go,” Nico says again, lower this time, softer, but somehow worse. Like the calm before a hurricane. Alessandro’s sneer falters for half a second before he recovers. “What if I don’t?” The crowd gasps. Nico tilts his head, his smile widening. “Then you’ll regret waking up this morning.”

He can literally crush me into pieces if we get into a fight. I click my tongue, “You’re a bodyguard so behave like one.” Nico walks past me, his petal-like scent filling the air as he heads for the door, “If you say so. Try to keep that book away though, the Don doesn't like them.” It's like Nico has hearing problems or he's just naturally annoying because he's doing everything but keeping his mouth shut. “Oh? Is that because he's a criminal? Makes sense,” I breathe a small laugh.

I brace myself, my palms sweaty and shaky where they're bound in front of me. Just when I think all hope is lost, Nico shouts, "Fifteen million!" The room starts murmuring in hushed tones, the other men shifting uneasily in their seats. I can't believe what's happening. Nico Demonio, the same guy who once treated me like a troublesome little sister, is bidding on me. I remember the way he used to ruffle my hair and call me "little one" with a patronizing smile. A small part of me is thrilled right now, but the larger part is terrified. What does he want with me?

" Nico let her go now ." I opened my eyes and what I saw left me at a loss for words . " Cleo are you okay. " "I'm fine Carlo what's going on? " I looked at him seriously and be respectfully responded "Angelo had relapsed and started using last week . He's on the road to recovery. I'm just removing every temptation. He hid it from Luigi but when, I found him passed out a couple of hours before the dinner party at the Luigi .He stopped and he's been on the straightened arrow . "

But in his mind, two women fought for space: Tatiana, his past, fierce and unforgettable, now dangerous and rising. Lucy, his present, fragile yet fearless, a reminder he was more than Giovanni’s blade. Angelo pressed the pen to the page, his hand trembling just once before steadying. He would write the report. He would lie. And he would pray that in lying, he had not already doomed them all. Because shadows in Catania were moving, and war was coming. And in the middle of it stood Angelo, split between love, loyalty, and blood.

Donatello said as he circled the man. “You can say what you want, but I did not kill him.” “Shut the fuck up!” Donatello yelled, clutching his step-brother's neck with one hand. Martin gripped his hand and struggled to free himself, but the mafia boss was not about to let him go easily. Martin's entire body stiffened, his hand dropped, and his neck shifted to one side of his head. When Donatello noticed this, he left him to fall to the ground. But instead of falling, Martin immediately spun around and plunged a pen-knife into Don's lower abdomen.

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

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.