Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo

Ethan replied but before Jacqueline could say anything her phone rang "Ciao Alejandro," she greeted "Sto bene, tu come stai?" she replied with a smile and Ethan watched her surprised she could speak Italian "Nessun problema, noi ci saremo," Ethan heard her say and she brought the phone down "So you speak Italian?" Ethan asked "Not fluently but yes," she replied "Okay, so that was my friend Alejandro. He is inviting us to the Casino tonight," she informed him "You can go, I am not interested," he replied moving his gaze away from her

“ Damian ! “ said Angelo and rushed to hug him . “ Little kid , how have you been ? “ asked Damian hugging him back with a smile . When looking at Angelo , madam Diana felt that he was very very cute . She thought that maybe he was teh son of someone in the Landar family but she didn't know that Angelo was Antonio's son . “ I have been well . I was drawing with my grandmother . By the way , you have to meet my grandmother . “ said Angelo excitedly . “ Oh , we have already met each other but she doesn’t seem to like me that much . She might hate me quite a lot . I don't know what to do . “ said Damian’s it’s a sad looking expression . “ My grandmother is a very kind and gentle type of person

"You could come home. Be my second instead of his trophy." "I'm not anyone's trophy." "No, you're Marco's spy and Dante's revenge. That's so much better." Nico's smile was cruel. "How long before he breaks you completely? Because we both know that's what he wants." Alessandro's jaw tightened but he said nothing. "Leave him alone," I said. "Or what? You'll shoot me at a funeral? That would certainly make a statement." Nico stepped closer. "You think you know him because he told you about the three men? There's so much more you don't know. Things that would make you sick."

~~Romeo Amoretti~~ “That video… is crazy. Oh my fucking god, Niccolo, you’re a pervert!” Nero shouted, clutching the phone like a lifeline. His face was practically pressed against it. I don’t know how he can see anything from that close up. It’s actually insane.

“You? Helping someone out of the goodness of your heart? Come on, Angelo. We’ve known you since you were stealing cigars from your old man’s stash. You don’t just ‘return favours.’” I kept my expression neutral. “This is different.” “Different how?” Nico pressed, his tone sharper now. “Because she’s young and scared? Or because you feel something for her?” I frowned, my jaw tightening. “This isn’t about feelings. Don’t start making assumptions.” “Oh, come on,” Marco said, throwing his hands up. “You expect us to believe this isn’t about pity or… something else? She’s not just another pawn, Angelo. We can see it.”

Angela approached me and crouched over, speaking in a voice that only the both of us could hear. "Nico is the lovechild of my relationship with Luca. We've been together far longer than you can ever imagine." I felt a sledgehammer smashing right into my chest at her words, but I didn't let it show on my face. "You're exactly like your mother," she chuckled lightly. "You're both useless bitches who can't even hold on to their own husbands." I looked at her with determination and said, "So what? You want to be the next Mrs. Bernardi? It's just a title. I can just give it to you if you want it."

I pass the baby to him. Niko cradles Angelo to his chest with one arm, the other going to the back of his head. “Why are you crying? Hmm? You're a big boy and big boys don’t cry" He murmured lowly but I heard him as I am close to the door "Why don’t you come with me, let's give your mama some peace yes? That’s a good boy” he mummers to a still crying Angelo who is now looking at his papa, a fat tear hanging on his eyelash.

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

I crouch in front of him and remove the gag from his mouth, he's awake now, so he'll have a few choice words for me. “Who the fuck are you? Do you know who you're messing with? I'll ruin you, and…. I pull the gag back in his mouth. “Well, that was enlightening, nice to meet you too, I'm Domenico, but my friends call me Nico for short”, I say, with a smile on my face. I don't know how I manage to stay cool when I'm face-to-face with the man who destroyed my sister's childhood and made the whole idea of living tedious for her.

"Oh, please. You left the club with the Vincenzo De Luca. You think we wouldn’t find out?" Nico grinned. "Babe, the man owns half the damn city. And he just so happened to take you home? We did our research." Noel groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "Guys, nothing happened, and nothing will, okay? And we didn’t even fuck!" Ariel and Nico gasped. Ariel clutched her chest. "What do you mean you didn’t fuck?!" Nico narrowed his eyes. "So let me get this straight…you had the chance to be railed into a new tax bracket and you just… what? Slept?!"