Nico Di Angelo Ghost King の小説・ストーリー

The fabric slipped slightly, exposing more of my skin to his gaze. “And me?” he let out a humorless laugh, “Most of the time, I’m Alessandro Costello. A tech genius. A mobster. A killer. A hacker. A murderer. But then—” he paused, snapping open another button, “Then there’s Ghost. And Ghost? He’s pissed at the world, Red. So fucking angry. At everything. At women. Especially women. And he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t understand what made him this way, but he’s past caring.” Alessandro’s hand stopped on the last undone button of the jacket, the fabric now barely holding its place on my shoulders and then with a mere twist of his wrist, the last button popped open.

Then, from the darkness, a figure emerged. The Ghost. He was older, but his presence was as formidable as ever. His piercing blue eyes locked onto Dino, assessing, calculating. “You’ve grown,” the ghost said. His voice was rough, but there was something else there—a trace of regret. Dino didn’t waste time on pleasantries. “Why now?” The ghost exhaled. “Because you’re not just fighting a war, Dino. You’re fighting a trap.” Dino’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

Angel could feel his face reddening—even though he was the one with the gun. The weight in the air thickened. Tony’s silver eyes darkened. A storm behind glass. Still on his knees. Dripping in sweat and Angel’s taste. Mouth was bleeding a little on the corner. ‘Maybe from the gun,’ Angel felt guilty. And yet, even kneeling, with only his tight jeans on, Tony looked like a king. ‘A barbarian king,’ he groaned inside his mind. Angel hated him for that. And craved him all the same.

Nico said coldly. Dante turned, finally seeing the ghost he tried to bury. And ran. Coward. He turned tail and crashed through the side door just as Nico pulled the trigger. The bullet missed his head by a whisper. He vanished into the smoke. Nico “I’m going after him.” “No,” Matteo snapped. “We get her out first.” Serena shook her head. “You’ll lose him.” “I already lost too much,” I bit out. “But I’m not losing her.”

Niko chuckled, sounding interesting. It all made sense. Our death, Sienna and I, would open the path of his son's wedding to Evara. "He wants you to choose Angelo." Nusso said in his cracked voice. "That's it." Niko sounded shocked. A cry of pain filled the air, followed by sobbing. "Speak! Or.." Niko growled. More cries fill in. "It's not the first time he has ordered me to kill André." I waited for more, but it stopped playing.

“I’m not here to hurt you.” A man stepped forward just enough for her to see him — mid-thirties, hard face, wearing a black and silver cut. With the vest– Devil’s Sons. “Name’s Ghost,” he said quietly, keeping his distance. “We’ve been watching this war from the outside. King is getting too bold, too powerful. It’s bad for business. We want him gone.” Hazel’s pulse hammered. “What do you want from me?” Ghost kept his hands visible. “Inside information. Reaper’s plans. Timing on the next hit. In return, we extract you and your friend Lena. Clean IDs. Full protection far away from here. No more tracker. No more Reaper.”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”

She was too innocent for him. He laughed out at his words. Innocent for Ronald? She was too innocent for him, Greg, as well! He knew he wasn't a saint but he would never hurt her. Pure angels like her were not meant to be hurt but treated as the delicate beings that they were. He would surely make her his and his alone. And no man would stand in his way. ❤❤❤