Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.

It’s hard to tell for sure in the dim light. “Is it all there?” the stranger asks, the question directed at his men rifling through the eight bags at his feet. “It’s all there, boss,” one of them confirms with a tip of his head. Nico stands still, hands clasped in front of him as he stares ahead at his client. The other man nods, jaw ticking as he holds Nico’s gaze for a beat too long which would make any normal person uncomfortable. But Nico isn’t a normal person—he’s a psychopath incapable of feeling an ounce of emotion. He’s the perfect capo for Angelo because he will get the job done, no matter what, with no remorse or fear of the outcome. He’s a force to be reckoned with, and I’m lookin

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

Nico looks up at me, half bent over as he cradled the baby close to him as she screams in terror, the noise hurting her despite him having covered her ears. "Run! I can't fight it, it's too strong!" He pleads with me, gritting his teeth as just speaking hurt him more than he cared to admit. He was being domineered, forced to bow. And he feared the man capable of such raw power. They all did. But I know better than to fear the beast. "LANA!" The mighty roar sounds again, this time he was in human form. I look down at Nico. Silently cursing the gods for making Angel so damn smart. Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks.

“I don't think we should worry about that. He could always come back, plus we have his daughter now…” I didn't allow Ace’s sinister-sounding brother to finish his sentence, and dropped a glass of wine on Ace’s shoe. “What the fuck, Angel!” He barked at me, I quickly made my way up. To say he's angry would be an understatement, he was fuming, and looked like he's ready to kill someone. “I'm sorry!” I said, my voice breaking. Tears were already starting to form in my eyes. . "You can't just throw wine on people and expect to get away with it by a simple sorry, doesn't work like that," he denounced. I glanced at his fist, and he was shaking, his eyes still pinned on me.

The brunette model swirled around, the bow on her bust looking magnificent, the flowery designer sticking out and glittering- how special things could be when used in the right way. There was thundering applauds, Amelia couldn't believe it, they all loved it. Then a man stood up, anyone would know who this man was, it was Felicio Mangano, the owner of Black Textiles; a huge firm producing all sort of materials, the very best and most popular in the whole world. Their prices were cut-neck. Besides that, Felicio was a world known multi billionaire and a popular movie director. Mics where set before him by reporters as he spoke.

“The things they do to women, children…We were not placed on this earth to be brutalized and raped just to die for someone else’s pleasure. It doesn’t make sense to me.” “Perhaps I can explain then…” They turned, Jasmine jumped while Gabriel slowly turned his head, eyes glowing brightly gold ready to attack the person behind him. “Pedro France…you are under arrest for…” Gabriel pulled Jasmine close to him before she could continue talking to him and slightly walking towards him without realizing. “That is not Pedro France.” Pedro slowly started to smile. “Well done Angel. I didn’t think you would notice.” Jasmine confirmed it for herself as she tried to reach the pathway to Pedro’s mind, to

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.

Dominic must have noticed the shift in my mood because he frowned at me but I spoke before he could say anything. "So, Dominic," I smiled at him cheekily. "What do you do for a living?" He gave me a bored look but I just bit my bottom lip looking at him expectantly. "You just told me you're a journalist and now you want to know everything I do. Angel, you guys are worse than the cops." He said raising a brow and my face dropped. "Freelance." I corrected lifting my pointer finger. "Also, why would I risk my whole life to snitch on you? That's a one way ticket to heaven...or hell."

“Well, I'm okay. Just going to have to drink those pills prescribed by the doctor, and I guess I’m going to be fine.” “That’s good,” he said, nodding. Then, “Do you need anything?” “I’m okay, Nico. I just want to be alone, really.” “Okay. I understand,” he said nodding. And just then, Angela walked in, gave Nico this angry look, which I had never seen on her before, and then set the tray down. Nico looked at her, then looked down, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Angela went on dealing with the food situation, putting the tray on top of me and then standing over me like a prison warden as she said,