Nico Di Angelo Ghost King の小説・ストーリー

Emilio steepled his fingers, suddenly seeming more interested. "There are rules. You will follow my orders. No side deals, and no..." "Personal vendettas," I finished for him. "Understood." His smile didn't reach his eyes. “And if you betray us..." "I die painfully. Message received, we're not children. Just say what you mean.”. I leaned forward. "But let's be clear - Nico ends by my hand." The door burst open before he could respond. Giovanni strode in, spotting me across the bar and heading towards me straight. His jacket still smelled like fresh soil and cigarette ash.

"But believe me, I didn't betray you. We can't undo the past, but we can shape the future if we work together." As his words continued to reverberate within the space, a transformation seemed to unfurl before me. Antonio's identity emerged, an intricate mosaic of lineage and legacy. His voice, infused with a potent mixture of authority and ancestral lineage, resonated like the echoes of a distant storm. He unveiled himself as Antonio Rico Luca, the descendant of Luca Osvaldo, a figure shrouded in the mystique of a Dark Angel of merciless Deaths. The weight of his lineage bore down upon his declaration, an assertion of power and consequence that sent ripples of apprehension through me.

They would never find him, except if he presents himself to them, which he was planning to do very soon. “Were you able to find anything last night?” Giovanni questioned as they made their way to their cars parked outside the mansion. They both lived together in a mansion bought by Giovanni. The biggest in the city. Their garage was filled with the latest cars, most of them being of the BMW brand. Angelo was a lover of automobiles and he fucked with BMW heavily. “No. Still nothing. I suggest we start referring to him as a ghost. He's a space ghost.” Angelo answered, conceding defeat.

My stomach drops as I unfold it, my eyes scanning the words that send ice through my veins: [You know where you need to be if you want to see her again. Oh Goddess, no! I stare at the note, my heart hammering in my chest, the weight of those words crushing me. Osiris’ eyes narrow as he snatches the note from my hand, reading it. His expression darkens, his jaw clenched so tight I swear it’s about to snap. “That motherfucker,” he growls. Nero glances over his shoulder, his gaze scanning the crowd with lethal precision. “Darius,” he spits. “He’s here somewhere.”

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

The music from the bar was faint now, just a dull hum behind the sound of some drunk arguing with a cab driver down the street. The line clicked. I didn’t say hello. Just, “Spill.” The voice came low, tight, like someone with a knife to his back. “You sure you wanna hear this, Angelo?” “Wouldn’t’ve called if I didn’t. Start talking.” He took a beat. I could hear traffic wherever he was. Horns, footsteps, something that sounded like a train grinding through steel. “Marco De Luca… he ain’t what you think. He’s not just some guy who runs his mouth and throws a few punches. He’s a fuckin’ ghost now. A myth. The kinda name people whisper in the dark when they’re scared.”

August gave a gesture from the rear. The media representatives were werefocused on the coffin as though Nico would jump out at any anytime. I took a seat at the podium and switched on the microphone. My voice bounced back. “We are burying a man today who the world did not deserve. Hold on,” I started. One tear fell from my eye. It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.”

"Nico." The name twisted my stomach. “What do you want from me?” I forced the words out, my voice raspy. “Not you. I simply want the reaction from Nico.” he said, tapping the chain draped over his knee. I squinted at him. "So you are using me as bait." "We're just reminding him." "Reminding him of what?" “That the ghosts he buried still breathe.” He rose again, cracking his neck. “He built his empire over bones. And some of them belong to people he shouldn't have forgotten.”

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

" Nico let her go now ." I opened my eyes and what I saw left me at a loss for words . " Cleo are you okay. " "I'm fine Carlo what's going on? " I looked at him seriously and be respectfully responded "Angelo had relapsed and started using last week . He's on the road to recovery. I'm just removing every temptation. He hid it from Luigi but when, I found him passed out a couple of hours before the dinner party at the Luigi .He stopped and he's been on the straightened arrow . "