Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Ghost King

I muttered, leaning my head on my right shoulder. “For fuck’s sake I'm sorry!” I hissed and blew out the smoke straight to my face. “Or do you want me to apologise with my life, just like how my parents apologised to your bloody father? Should I hang myself, Angel?” “Fuck off, Ace! Talk to me nicely, I didn't do anything to you.” I barked at his face. “And the fuck did you mean you're no longer Ace Kingston?” He sighed through his nose and said nothing in response.

I went downstairs to find the guards. “There’s a body in my office. Get rid of it.” I instructed them and went to join my father. He had one of my best dancers grinding away on his lap. She smiled at me, going right back to shaking her scantily clad ass in front of the Lycan. “Good evening, Nico.” “Hi Angel.” I winked at her. “No freebies for this one. He’s got to pay his way like everyone else.” She pouted at me. “But he’s so cute.”

The electronic voice echoed. He tried again. “Identity verification failed.” In a panic, he started pounding on the iron gates, shouting hoarsely, “Open the door! I’m Victor Medici! I want to see Rachel!” From the surveillance screen, I watched everything unfold. Leonardo glanced at the monitor and asked, “Donna Medici, should I have him removed?” I looked at Victor, who was completely unhinged, and a faint smile curved on my lips. “Let him wait. Get the elders. And one more thing,” I reminded. “Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.”

Avi noticed my gaze, and he looked pleased. “I can give you whatever you want, Nero. You need only ask. You know that. It’s always been about you,” he said, downing the whiskey in one go. “Angelo tried to get me to talk many times, but he’s never been good at intimidating me.” He shrugged. “Then tell me. If I killed your father, would that remain the same?” I asked without hesitation. He fell silent, fingers tapping on his chin still. His lashes fluttered and he heard someone walk in. I tilted my head; it was unmistakably Dante’s scent— the cologne I’d chosen for him was irresistibly sweet, and he wore it well.

I’d barely gone a few steps when the sound of brakes behind me made me stop. Someone stepped out of the car. When I turned, my breath caught. My blood went cold. “Ian?” My voice was barely above a whisper. “What are you doing here?” He leaned casually against the car door, a crooked smile on his face. “You really think I wouldn’t be able to find you, Angela? The world’s small… and I always have my ways.” I stared at him coldly. “Did you seriously hire people to follow me now?” He let out a low chuckle, relaxed but dangerous. “Money talks. One snap of my fingers, and every camera becomes my eyes.”

“Bernard made another post.” Elena’s attention snapped toward him instantly. Nico gave a small shake of his head. “He isn’t looking for Ghost.” He paused. “Well…not the real Ghost.” His eyes scanned farther down the page. “He’s offering a hell of a lot of money for the person he thinks is Ghost.” He looked up. “Viktor.” Then Nico clicked another link. His jaw tightened. “Dammit.” He clicked it again. “It won’t let me in.”

He sounded so carefree as if he was making fun of his master's helpless situation. "You just want me to sit idle and do nothing? So, what if I am a ghost?" His master asked in resentment. "You're not in a stable condition yet." Replied Little Veen. "So, you're not powerful enough." The man grunted as he ran his fingers in his head. “How can this be?!" He roared angrily. Little Veen just watched him with his cute poker face that didn't show any hint of care. "You're technically a ghost now. Nothing more. You don't even have a body, to begin with." He explained. ‘I thought you realised it from the day we've been tossed here’, his eyes said.

The Castellano safe house buzzed with the low hum of tension, its concrete walls a fortress against the city’s chaos. Kai Castellano stood by a scarred table, his black leather jacket slung over a chair, his icy blue eyes fixed on Luca “The Ghost” DeSantis, who tapped furiously at a laptop. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the weight of betrayal—Nico’s treachery, the Syndicate of Ash’s ambush, Alessio’s lies. Kai’s alliance with Gianna was a gamble, their handshake lingering in his mind, her touch a spark he couldn’t extinguish. But trust was a blade, and he held it close.

Nick’s eyes narrowed sharply. I stepped closer instantly. “Who in Prague?” The man hesitated. Big mistake. Nick grabbed the knife again. “WAIT!” the assassin shouted in terror. “I-I don’t know his real name—” “Then give me the fake one.” The man swallowed hard. And then finally whispered two words that made the entire room fall silent. “The Ghost King.” My expression darkened instantly. "No," I gasp. "That was impossible," I told myself. My head dizzy with the info.

With the look in Lucifer's eyes, Angelica could sense something unpleasant but she couldn't pinpoint exactly what's gonna happen next. "What....what d..do...you want to do?" Angelica asked trying her best to stop thinking about something negative. She knew deep down her heart that Nicholas would never hurt her and she has come to believe it. She forced herself to eliminate any negative thinking that gets into her brain. Angelica anxiously waited for his reply but suddenly she dozed off and fell into Lucifer's arms. Lucifer appeared in the underground Kingdom. Lucifer, the king of all demons, the most powerful creature walked down into the tunnel. He could hear nothing but the strange sound t