Nico Di Angelo Full Name Novels & Stories

SAKI Responded. “Let us meet where the stars gather, and where the sun has failed. The divine glass has been empty for too long.” Jared continued. “Yes my Lord.” SAKI responded. One could tell that as SAKI responded, he was bowing his head wherever he was. The tiger in Jared was beginning to find expression. He was the Leader of the Seven eyed dragon Mafia clan, drugs, death, was nothing new to them. But they had always operated under. That was how Jared got his nickname, SHADOW. He was never seen, never known.

Every thrust sent sparks through me. “Nikolai,” I gasped, forgetting to use his title. His grip on my hip tightened. “Say it again.” “Nikolai,” I moaned louder this time. The tension built higher and higher until I shattered completely, crying out as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later with a deep groan, falling his forehead against my shoulder.

Marcus says. “Then I guess your memory is a bit foggy because Mr Angelo is straight, he just has a weird way to show he cares or wants something.” “Yeah defend him, I don’t blame you. You haven’t been here longer than any of us so you are really short in information.” Marcus says. “What do you mean?” “It is no new news. Mr Angelo’s ex-fiancee. Since that hot chick Susanna walked out of Mr Angelo’s life he hasn’t been the same and it can be possible he is trying to find love elsewhere aside from hooking up with random girls.” Marcus speaks boldly.

“Where’d you go? We’ve been trying to find you.” Nikolas, a couple of inches shorter than Angelo, with a slightly slimmer build, had the same coloring and blue eyes as his older brother, but kept his hair shorter. Plus, whereas Nikolas always wore a tie to work, Angelo almost never did. Nikolas always teased him about his model-worthy bed-head look and how he should have a more polished business appearance. Angelo refused. He liked a few loose threads here and there. “Yeah, I know,” Angelo said, running his fingers through his hair.

After I'd finally convinced Niko to accept the name for our son, he had gone out and came back the next day, presenting me with their birth certificate, reading, Michela Alma Salvatore and Angelo Marino Salvatore. Of course, he tweaked it to the Italian version of the name. I didn't complain though. Tommy shoots me a sideway look lifting an eyebrow “An angel? You don’t say, you keep saying that, and maybe one day it might happen” “What’s that supposed to mean?” I retort handing the car back to Angel. Tommy raises his eyebrows, pointing in Micaela’s direction to remind me that she is sleeping and I don’t want to wake her by talking too loudly.

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

He asked making me squint my eyes his direction and I took in his appearance. He was gorgeous, his lips looked soft and his voice oh my gosh, his voice is hot and rasp. I noticed his accent and oh my it was definitely something to die for. "How do you know my last name? I never told you." I said keeping my guard high. "I did my research on you and you are interesting Dark Angel." He said making me glare at him. "Who the hell are you?" I snapped lowly enough for only him to hear. "Nick Rossi, love. Leader of the Spain Mafia." Nick said making me smirk.

All the money had been collected, and everything went well—but I had yet to receive any information about our mysterious guest. “Who is this?” I finally asked in the car on our way back home. Before dad could answer, the guy removed his cap, showing me his chocolate brown, laid-back hair. “Angelo Marino, the grandson of Nico Marino.” He introduced himself, sitting beside me in the back. “I’m older than you.” Like I cared. He wasn’t even from the so-called main branch. He was just a grandson. “Shouldn’t he be with his family?” I turned away from Angelo’s honey eyes and focused on dad.

“I agree with Dario. Fuck the rumors, you’re a strong Capo and leader who got us this far. This will stay between us, though. Agreed?” We all nod at Nico’s words. “Forgiato nel fuoco, forgiato nel sangue,” I say and Nico repeats our vow after me, slamming his fist to his chest. Dante nods and looks close to tears, so I stand up and hold my hand out for him to take, which he does and stands up. He looks at both Nico and me. “This doesn’t change your view of me?” He asks, and I shake my head. “You’re still Capo Dei Capi, even without your il Drago title,” Nico says, and I see Dante grin. He wipes a hand over his face and breathes out a long sigh.

“And yet, in all the years I’ve worked under his instructions, I’ve never once seen his face. Never spoken to him directly. Only emails. Only you.” The assistant shifted uncomfortably. “That is how he prefers it.” I slammed my palm against the table, startling both men. “Enough. Who is he? What is his name?” The assistant swallowed hard. “D’Angelo. Lorenzo D’Angelo.” The name sent a chill through me. It was foreign, strange...too perfect. “Italian,” I whispered. Rami’s brows knitted. “Have you ever researched him?” “Yes,” the assistant said quickly. “He’s very private. That’s all.”