Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

I say and smile. He gets behind me, and I start gridding my ass on him. We are dancing to the song LUV by Tory Lanez. He grips my hips, pulling me closer to him. I see Nick and Mila join us. I try not to look their way because Nick is looking at us like he wants to punish me and rip Logan apart.

Then he paused and added, “Since you asked about me, Well, I am Marco Moreno, popularly known as Marc.” What?! Julia shouted in her mind. The man before her was a well known upcoming mafia leader. She had heard about his activities in the United States, and now, he was back in Italy! “Today I appear to be in a good mood,” Marco announced as he stood up. “In order to keep me in this mood,” he turned to Martin, “you know what I need.” Martin gave him a look before directing it to Julia, who was still sitting and staring at them.

I kissed Ellison’s forehead and gave him back to my mom, “we’ll be back when we find the next.” As we drove, I looked at Nico’s profile, his strong jaw line littered with black scruff, his perfect straight nose, his thick black curls that lazily fall over his forehead and a smile that could take my breath away. I cleared my throat, “Nico, the next Blood Moon we will conceive our first child, what do you want a boy or a girl?” His chuckle was loud, “we have 150 years to think about that, but I already know what I want, a healthy pup that looks like you, but with my charm.”

Nico Domani was right on time. I stared at the twenty-four-page document and cracked my neck. Time to get to work. Name: Maximus Emanuele Vanucci Age: 29 Blood group: B+ Sunsign: Scorpio Height: 6’2 Father Name: Renzo Salvatore Vanucci I read word for word of each page twice, and two hours and two cups of black coffee later, I was done. And disappointed.

I take another sip from the cigar before speaking to him “Dario, do you know why you are here?” He swallowed hard “Mr. Lucado, I …..” I laughed at his formal approach. “Mr. Lucado? Although this might work well with my father, but not me. I’m Nickolai, remember. Everyone calls me Nickolai. Do I have to rip out a tooth to remind you of my name? Tiny beads of sweat emerge from his forehead roll down his temple tracing the line of his mustache. His lips trembles as he spoke “I apologize Don Nickolai. It’s a mistake. I didn’t mean….” I raise my hand to silence him. “I’ll just ask you one question. Who are your accomplices?”

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.

He didn’t paid much attention to her picture and roam his eyes to the information. Sabrina Leonardo Parents : Leonardo Lee and Alice Greene 19 years old Studying Computer Science Current Boyfriend : Jackson Mateo No involvement in mafia Boyfriend is part of THE ICE group. The last information was enough to make his anger rise. So it could be 80% possibility that it was the doing of the ice. His sudden anger directed at the girl who was upstairs. His mind assumed many possibilities of her being involved in it. He firmly gripped the camera as he placed the Heading upstairs, he headed to the where she was locked up. Standing in front of the room. He unlocked the door almost soundlessly and tur

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

Alma had confirmed Isadora was safe, but that did nothing to calm the fire burning in my chest. I stared at surveillance photos spread across my desk. Nicolas stood nearby, arms crossed, waiting. "Name," I growled. "Jared Vaskov," Nicolas said. "Ex-intelligence, freelance operative. Used to run gun rings for the Dolcini family. Vanished a year ago... until today." My jaw clenched. "Why her? Why Isadora?" "Because of you. Someone wanted to send a message." I flicked one of the photos away, my voice dropping to something darker. "Then I'll send one back. Written in blood."

**ALESSANDRO'S POV** I didn’t feel the pain of the glass cutting into my skin. I didn’t hear the last of the gunfire or the shouts of my men closing in. All I saw and felt was her—the lingering taste of her lips on mine, her blood darkening her dress, her body slumping into mine with a smirk on her pale, bloodstained lips. “Dio mio,” I breathed, catching her before she collapsed fully. I used my left arm to lock around her waist, and fired my pistol at the bastard who'd aimed for me with my right hand.