Nico Di Angelo Full Name 소설 & 이야기

He raised his head to see who was speaking, and he immediately gritted his teeth. “Marco Moreno.” he said with a clenched jaw.

Jo had her fingers crossed and was biting her nails, John was lingering near our table, and Missy gave me a thumbs-up when I looked at her. "I am not Angelina," I hissed slowly, not wanting to let them hear. "My name is Evelyn." "I don't care," he shook his head. My gaze fell into his blue eyes for a moment before I forced myself to look away. "I don't care what your name is; you are my Angelina." My heart skipped a beat at his possessive words, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from raising my voice. "I am not Angelina anymore," I hissed.

I said as I looked up to him. "Valentino is the name that my parents gave me, birth certificate wise. My grandmother was the one who named me Angelo." He said as he sat down on the chair. "You've been living in Italy all this time?" I asked curiously because after highschool, he just disappeared. "Yeah." "Oh.. okay." I don't know what else to say. I always don't know how to function when it comes to face Angelo. "If you don't have anything to say, you may go." He said as he got up and walking towards the window.

“Trust me, amore, you don't want to know or see them." "Oh." I answered rather blankly. He's right. If I see them, I'm pretty sure I'll be scared shit of him again. "Is Angelo your surname?" I asked again, deciding to let go of the topic of his men. I remember him reciting all of his names. "It's Di Angelo. I'm pretty much the prince of the family thus everyone calling me Angelo." I snorted a laugh. "That's so ironic considering what you do. You should be called diavolo."

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.”

She scoffed in response, “You wouldn't wanna know.” A minute of silence passed between them, with both of them deep in thought. Angelo's thoughts were mainly focused on one thing, Cielo. Who the fuck was she and how did she have so much information? She looked like a simple regular girl, but with every minute he spent there, he realized she wasn't. “If we are to work together, you will have to tell me your name,” he said after some moments of silence had passed. “Mia Dante.” She replied almost immediately.

Nick nods and writes on his pad, turning it on the table to let us see a name. "Leonardo D'Angelo" "Right." Beckam nods. - Who is it? — An Italian mobster, capo of the Venetian mafia. We had problems in the past. Now enemies to the death from over eighteen. One of the reasons why my organization broke up—the accumulated resentment was noticeable in his voice. I've had an endless war with D'Angelo for years. That wasn't all, I knew it when he lowered his head and almost denied it to himself. But the others did not notice.

' I snarked cutting him off. 'You see.' she said getting off the counter and moving to the seat next to Angelo 'I love my ass but if I stay in bed all day like you it might get flat like the bimbos you fuck. And why would I do that to my precious ass?' She turned her head to Angelo. 'Who is you?' 'Angelo Novellican.' 'Hm, did he kidnap you as well?' 'No.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes.'

He didn't seem fazed. "Ms..." "I swear, Nico. I'd run you over with my car and I'm not shitting with you...." I trailed off when I heard him speak Italian into his earpod. He nodded after a while, stepping aside. "My name is not Nico. It's Gavin" He corrected. I didn't give two shits about the name. Nico meant Nicodemus to me. That name always sounded funny to me and so I gave it to clowns. No offence to people with such name.

“She’s been living since I met her. And you— whoever you are— are clearly the reason she’s terrified right now.” I pressed a trembling hand against his arm. “Elias, please. Don’t.” He glanced back at me, confusion clouding his eyes. “What’s going on, Chiara?” Nico’s jaw tightened. “Her name isn’t Chiara.” “You have done enough Nico. Leave.” I said blankly. I didn’t want him to spoil everything Elias and I has. Nico took a step forward, his eyes never leaving mine. “Tell him who you are.” “Stop,” I said quietly.