Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

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.

" 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.'

Just see how he reacted with Sean, if I brought someone like that good-looking customer home, he would have a heart attack on the spot. Oh, but that couldn't stop me from imagining all sorts of silly stuff about the customer. I just wished I had asked him for his name at least, then I could put a name to his face. Hmm, he looked like a Michael, and no, I wasn't just saying that because I'm a church girl. Even though he was polite and kind, he looked like someone who could protect his own; someone who wouldn't stand to see his loved ones suffer. Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure.

His main goal is to break Angelo emotionally ; spiritually and to a certain extent physically . I didn't know how much of a professional Angelo was at extraction but he certainly was clinical in his execution . He only took out two men at the villa and he only shot them once. They didn't sound the alarm and the car he drove to the airport was fast and it had tinted windows . I was quiet because I thought it was a dream and it turns out that ; I wasn't dreaming and the fact that my husband, chose to save me instead of his uncle and brother made me feel guilty in a way because he must miss them and knowing for sure that they are alive and he has to depend on Nico to save them has made him so

“Those fucking pricks! They are trying to get my company to join a project with them. Oh, they will fucking pay. As for the whore that is my wife. Sis, you and Rebel can do whatever you fucking want with her. She is already dead to me,” Nico shouts as he kicks a chair into the wall. I’m not the only mafia Don who has legitimate business. Nico and Nate both work in the same sector and do business together. They are giants in their field. Then again, with a father like Antonio Moretti, they have to be.

August gave a gesture from the rear. The media representatives were werefocused on the coffin as though Nico would jump out at any anytime. I took a seat at the podium and switched on the microphone. My voice bounced back. “We are burying a man today who the world did not deserve. Hold on,” I started. One tear fell from my eye. It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.”

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?

It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry. Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.” Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded. “That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”

But he deigned to win me over. Angelo Vecchio’s face bore a storm of unbridled anger, his mask of commanding aura all but broken. Now I could see it, the desperation that flickered in his gaze, the shame I had laid bare. Nero had been a dark horse and had been able to take over territories faster than any one of his people could blink. Even now, Angelo could not hope to lay a finger on him without the help of someone from the inside - a traitor. “If you want my help,” I continued, crossing my legs. “Then you will guarantee my safety. I want a way out of this mess when you're all done. A new life. Everything should be handled before he’s six feet under.”