Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Book Series

"Sir . " Nico put the gun away and Angelo seemed calm. Nico's eyes went softer when he looked at me and this time he didn't look angry. Angelo had shielded me in such a way that Nico couldn't see me properly . Angelo slid his arm around my waist and I flinched a bit in pain. "Nico this is Cleo. My girlfriend. " Nico looked at me and smiled. I broke the silence. "You're Nicolai's brother . You look like the slimmer version of him. What did Rachel say to you?"

But since Aleeza found out that I steal money from here and there, she started thinking that it's because of that fucking disorder and we never managed to get her convinced otherwise. "For fuck's sake, Zee." I sighed and Aleeza rolled her eyes. Nicolas' eyes moved back and forth between us as the conversation went on. "I don't have Kleptomania." I cleared to Nicolas for once and all. "Suree." He stretched the word mocking me as he rolled his eyes and turned around to leave before I can snap at his stupid face. Fucking asshole. "See you at lunch, Zee." We heard him yell from a fair distance to the room.

he chuckles lifting his hand to spank me but before I can react, the door bursts open, and an angry Tara matches in. "Your dad is calling you" She directs her statement to Angelo who appears so mad than I have seen him before. Fuck! How could they? "This conversation continues later, Nicole," Angelo says walking out and I don't turn around. I can't even look at her, let alone start a conversation. My teeth are tightly clumped together and the hand on the dagger is bleeding due to how hard I'm clutching it. I don't feel the pain from the cut at all. They took away my baby for what? I will not give them an easy death. Starting with the bitch behind me.

“Angelica slipped out of her apartment at some point in the night. Charlie is good at his job, so I think she probably had help. He broke in and found some photographs on her wall of me. Some of them had you in them.” I looked at him, my mind whirling. “So, someone is following you?” Nicco gave me a small smile. “What makes you think they’re not following you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged. “I don’t know Angelica. You do.” Our conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Nicco immediately sobered and stood up, walking to the door, sideways. I watched him, somewhat amused. He was walking like those bad guys in the movies, afraid someone was going to shoot through

He stepped back and leaned against a counter his shoulders taut with tension. "Nicole's father is a mafia lord that rules the east coast. He's a very dangerous and ruthless man. He and my father used to be allies. That was the period I met Nicole." He looked up at me and gestured for me to come to him. I swallowed before taking slow steps towards him. He reached out and grabbed my hand when I was just a few feet from him. He turned me around and made me stand in between his legs, with my back flushed against his body as he snaked his arms around my waist, locking me in place.

city of Florence was too beautiful. Too golden. Too poetic for the kind of life he wants to live. And poetry? It can’t save you from the mafia. Angel chewed his lips. He wants to go back to America. Period. Angel’s legs moved fast. His head was down but vigilant. Hands tucked into the long sleeves of his white stretchable shirt. His boots tapped against the cobblestone with urgency. His long necklace swayed slightly with every step. Eyes darting. ‘Where are they?’

He could be playing along until he got a chance to flip the tables. But despite all of that, despite everything, I would still clean his wounds. And I would still protect him even if he drove a knife through my chest right after. Because when it came to Angel Di Cristina, I had never been in control. Not even from the start. *** After cleaning his wounds, I grabbed my phone and ordered food from a nearby Italian place. Penne pasta with chicken and creamy Alfredo sauce. Angel needed food, and even if he didn't, I wanted to get it for him.

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

She said, nodding her head. Machine sighed and shook his head. He didn’t know if he could take more. Margo’s hard glare made him pause as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He turned another page and continued reading. His eyes went wide and as he continued to read. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Each person was worse and worse than the one before. The crimes were nothing but heinous. He looked up at Margo with wide panicked eyes when he came to the very last person on the list.

Melanie kept a backup copy of all the appointments that her brothers set and stayed on top of any medical needs for the animals. Angel left the office at eleven heading to Angelo’s to meet with Garrett, when she arrived, Marcello the host smiled brightly and kissed both of her cheeks before asking if she was meeting her family Angel replied “No, I am meeting a business associate today, Marcello.” He nodded and responded, “Very good, I will let Angelo know you are here.” All the attention didn’t go unnoticed by the other patrons who were all staring. When Marcello led Garrett over some five minutes later, she thanked him. Within seconds their wait staff was there asking Garrett what he would