Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Full Name

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”

Chapter 2 Angelo; In my world, traitors and snitches are a deadly sin. Unforgivable except through death. I am Angelo Fabian. The number one ruthless Mafia Don in the whole fucking casino. And everyone, I mean, every single fucking individual knows not to mess with me. Standing in front of the three dimwits kneeling before me, rage surged in me as I corked the gun. "Now, are you willing to tell me why the hell none of you bastards have captured that traitor? Do I have to rip your tongue off before I get a goddamn explanation?"

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

“No my love, it was even stupid to test you. You've actually never asked me for anything more than my attention and I failed to realize that” “I love you Geena Stones”. “I love your Dariel Montague”. “About that, my name may not actually be Dariel,” he said with a little laugh. “Please don't pull any pranks on me”. “I'm not my dear. A man came to me saying he's my late father's lawyer. He showed me pictures of my late parents. I am originally from Italy and my name is Nico. Nico De Luca. My dad owned a multi billion empire and being the only son, all that is mine”.

“And you can give them proper burials, give their families heartfelt condolences, as soon as the sun sets and I am fully free of this attempted trap.” He sinks down in the armchair, cradling his head on his propped up fist. “That bit of blood really hit the spot and curbed the hunger pangs, so thank you for that. Still, I am in serious need of some fucking sleep, so keep it down and don’t go injuring yourself, Nico…” My eyes darken with warning the second his lips start to form the name. “Nicorati.” he corrects, speaking my full name with a roll of the tongue and a widening smile. He clearly still finds it amusing, absurd. “Don't look at me like that. You can't deny it is a... peculiar name.

Angelo looks shocked by that information, and I’m just standing, my eyes going back and forth between them, utterly confused. Matteo sees my confusion, and his grin grows even bigger. “Angel, you naughty boy! Judging by her expression, you didn’t tell her enough.” He chuckles. “My full name is Matteo DeSantis. I am the Capo of Cosa Nostra. Nice to officially meet you.” He smirks, extending his hand. At the exact moment, I hear heels clanking, and I sharply turn my head. “You lost your fucking virginity to Angelo’s cousin, who also happens to be the fucking boss of the Sicilian Mafia?!”

Maybe I could make an excuse after one song. “What’s your name?” he suddenly asked, staring straight into my eyes. He has blue ocean eyes too, just like Lucifer. Maybe it’s really common in their family to have those pretty eyes. He has thick eyebrows too but he has a scar on his left cheek. “I-I’m Angela, Angela Santos is my name, y-your highness…” I noticed a playful smile on his face. “You can just call me Cleoffe.”

Shadow: There’s nothing I want to do more in this moment than punch this smug bastard’s face. “So, any updates Roman?” In this part of the world, I am known as Roman D’Angelo, the only son of one the man that owns an enormous network of underground casinos throughout New York and European cities, and unfortunately I am the only son that means that I am the heir.

Eva simply nodded before she smiled at my mate who ran her finger over our baby’s arm as he lay in her arms “have you decided on a name for the little one?” I looked at Aurora who nodded, the two of us having already chosen a boy’s name. I looked at Nicolas, the one man who I never thought that I would end up trusting with my life, before smiling. “Nico Sandro D’Angelo” I said, looking at both Nicolas and Alessandro who froze, processing the names “Nico as his first name, following his uncle, having his nobility, kind heart, and genuine soul. And Sandro for his grandfather, the man who despite everything, stood strong for what he believed in, keeping his gentle, and sweet heart despite all t

" No need to provide financially. We have enough. Just give me your contact. When he wakes up, I will give you a call immediately " " Oh " Alessio breath. " Thank you so much Ma'am. So, so much " " Can I ask, what his name is? " " Of course. He is Maximo Santino "