Nico Di Angelo Book Series Novels & Stories

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”

Well I don't want to go in that lane as I have nothing to do with their family issues nor I have a right to poke my nose in what that doesn't concern me. It was past one in the afternoon.I had a light lunch as the jet lag made me nauseous since I stepped out of the plane.Secondly,I was restless as I didn't hear anything from Stefano.He went to meet his father which wasn't a good thing.Antonio De Niro gives chills to evdn dead bones. What if he unleash his brutality on Stefano? "No Destiny think positively.Stefano isn't a child.He can defend himself even against Satan.He'd be here soon."I tried to keep my nerves normal.

Angel says and continues going through the shelves as she hears Nicholas continue to giggle. "What am I going to do babe? I enjoy calling you that" Nicholas continues to sting Angel, and she rolls her eyes. "Okay, okay." Nicholas says and takes a long breath. "Look for a file that says 'Andrew Romano." Angel starts looking through the bags and goes by the letters. She reaches the shelf of files that start with the letter A. She goes through the files and finds the file.

Chapter 52: Enemies Fall The air in the DeLuca compound was thick with tension. For months, Nico had been a threat hanging over Dante's head, his presence like a storm cloud that never fully dissipated. But now, after countless battles, bloodshed, and manipulations, the storm had finally broken. Nico was dead.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

“Now, if you want to take back the Barone legacy… and end what your mother started… I’m ready to serve.” Bella stood straighter, eyes burning. “Then we begin now.” Nico poured two glasses of something dark and sharp-smelling… grappa maybe, but neither Bella nor I touched ours. He stood behind a massive oak desk layered in hand-drawn maps, aged files, and yellowed Polaroids that looked like ghosts from another lifetime. One of them showed Riccardo Barone flanked by men in suits, including a much younger version of Nico, eyes sharp and filled with the kind of clarity only loyalty gave.

Nico POV I had to come back. Thank God I came back. I was on my way to my bedroom when I accidentally dropped the sheets of paper that burned my fucking hand. The anger and rage that buzzed through my body was so strong, it surpassed the fury I felt when I found out that my brother had been murdered. And I knew why. I knew why I was so consumed with intense indignation…because my jealousy was fueling it. When those sheets scattered around me, one of them caught my eye the one that lila was now clutching in her hand.

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

“Sorry if I startled you. I’m Angelica, I am Nico’s second cousin. I am staying for a few weeks; my father has business in town. Er, Nico sent me down to the gym to make sure you had everything you needed.” “Thanks. Nice to meet you, Angelica.” I take the water from her and eye her up, wondering if Nico has her sent to spy on my every move. We both head for the running machines, she sets off slow I don’t. I’m a full on and full in kinda woman, why go slow when you can run? Besides, I need to run off some of that sexual tension that is cursing through my body like wildfire, then I am going to leave this house of his, call Mia and head out for a breakfast of champagne and cocktails. Fuck Nico