Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

“You devil. Misbehaving at a charity function.” Angelo laughed and nodded his head. “Actually, I think she was quite pleased with my behavior.” He winked at him. Nikolas gave a raucous laugh. “You are too much, A!” Nikolas then held his hands out. “Don’t even think of making any more puns. I don’t wanna hear it.”

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.

Nico's face immediately turned red with seething rage. “What the hell, Dante. What's he doing here?” He asked glaring dangerously at Andreas. Dante's look from Nico to Andreas was genuinely confused. “What do you mean, Nico? Are you guys not okay? I thought you guys were best buds.” “I can't be friends with a snitch!” Nico barked. Andreas had no choice but to respond. “Alright. That's enough. Dante thanks for inviting me, but I have to leave now. Enjoy your evening”. With that he turned to leave, ignoring Nico's jabs.

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

Our long conversation was cut short when a man interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt but Luciano needs Ms. Martinez in his office." He spoke. He had a italian accent too. His curly hair sat on top of his head. He was about 6'1 and he had a nose peircing. He was wearing all black too. Does no one know what color is? Sam rolls her eyes and scoffs "That's Nico, Luciano's annoying right hand man." She say pointing to him. Nico sticks his middle finger at her. I stand up and Sam stands up after me, grabbing my arm. She begins dragging me towards the stairs.

Mario turned to his son. "And this is my one and only biological son, Nico," he stepped forward and took my free hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. I smiled. Nico had short black hair, had glasses, a black suit and tattoos. A lot of them. His fingers were cold from the rings he had on. Safe to say, he was hot. "Call me Nico. I hate being called Niccolò." "Figlio!" Chiara said in a harsh tone. "Mi dispiace mama," he looked over at Chris. "So, you sure he's not-"

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.”

“Fuck, I wouldn’t have wasted time either.” “Are you out of your mind? Keep that dirty mind to yourself. I’m not looking at my future Luna like that...!” “Yeah, play saint...” “Guys,” Ángelo’s voice cut in, low, and I’m sure he sensed me coming down the stairs. I glanced at Nino on the couch. He’d already built a whole tech setup around himself. He lifted his head, gave me a respectful nod. I nodded back. Then he put his headphones on again and locked onto the laptop like the unhinged geek he was, trying to figure out who the hell was getting into my security like it was their personal playground... and kept fucking with me.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I would have already gone upstairs if I knew where the bedroom was I needed to sleep and recover. "Nico ..." "Michel ." "What did you say?" "Boss . Bye Angelo's girlfriend. Angelo don't let Rachel interfere. By the way I've been watching. " Nico was making his way Out " eew get out , and for goodness sake give us privacy . I don't wat you watching us. " "Paul likes her .Ha ha and you're a slave to her very very..." Angelo walked to the kitchen island and pulled out a gun pointing it at Nico.