روايات وقصص ضمن Nico Di Angelo

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?!"

He removes his finger and thumb from my face. “I will not dress to match you.” I hiss at him. He chuckles throwing his head back and laughs, it’s deep and throaty, even his laugh is sexy. I hate that about a man, don’t you? When you can’t stand the person and everything they stand for, but your body wants them so bad, they look too good, like candy in a gorgeous box that is tempting but evil as sin to your body. That is Nico Santangelo, he is the devil in disguise, he is all things evil and dark.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

I look up at Nico. So this is Domenico Perez

" He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man equaled to L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie.... where are my manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Della Morte E Del Terrore.'

Yes, it's worth the risk, it has to be. I look around us and see that we are on a long pathway. It is straight and flat, and probably the perfect time to lose my sight for a few seconds. I open my link to Nick and feel utter devastation when I realise that he must have his link blocked. Fuck! fuck! fuck! What am I going to do now? How am I going to get out of this?