Novelas y relatos de Nico Di Angelo

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,”

“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.

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.”

He said and left. Five minutes later, they returned to the booth and Nico leaned close to her and whispered in her ear. "é pulito." (He is clean.) She had ordered him to check Nicholas for any recording device or weapon. She nodded her head and pointed to the chair on her right. "Have a seat." She did not want him to attract any more attention. She poured herself a glass of sprite as Nico sat down beside her. "Have a drink." She said to Nicholas. "No, I'm fine."

My lips parted slightly at the intense, electric warmth his cold fingers sent shooting through my hand. "Angelina, I know it is you. Please stop denying the truth. I am really, truly sorry for what I have done, love. You have absolutely no idea how much I have suffered and hated myself for what I did to you. Please... forgive me," his voice was laced with thick, undeniable hurt. Fake! He is a bloody Mafia boss, for Christ's sake! Whatever he was doing right now was all fake—just another calculated act to make me fall for his charms again so he could hurt me in the worst possible way.

He smiled and extended his hand as if to be rather pleasant. "Hello Miss Moretti, I am Nico Delgado." I said as I observed the different rings on his fingers and gave him a handshake. "Hello," I said. "Nico is my youngest son, and he is twenty-one years old. The elder is your fiance, Marco stated while observing me. Future spouse. As I came to terms with my destiny, the foreign term whirled around in my head and startled me once again. Shit. I wanted to go for a run, but I am unable.

The bulb above buzzed. “Maybe we talk to Nico,” Stefano finally said. “Guy knows people. Maybe even someone who can get close to Marco.” “Nico?” Enzo frowned. “That guy’s a leech. He’d sell his own mother for a quick payday.” “I don’t trust him either,” Stefano said. “But he knows how to move in those circles. He’s connected.” Angelo stood up, pacing a little. “I don’t care who does it. I just want it done. That bastard made a show outta us.”

“Only a couple of weeks ago you were teasing him about it. Now he’s going to be Don. Do you even realize what that means?” Nico belched aloud. “Now he’s going to have to pick his underboss between the both of us?” he asked with a smirk. I let out a big exhale. My grip on the paper tightened. Lorenzo sighed and shook his head. “Although, I must add, with how you’re acting right now, you’re not going to be that much of a competition.” Nico continued. “You don’t get it, do you?” Lorenzo asked. “I do get it. I get that you’re a pussy, and you want Angelo to chicken out of his birthright…”

He walked up to me staring at my cleavage the whole time, not even trying to hide the fact he was drooling over my body. "Long time no see, love," He spoke in a dark voice, eyeing my body up and down with his evil yet beautiful brown eyes. I shot him a fake smile and started to walk past him because there was no way I'm dealing with him right now. Suddenly, I felt a large hand wrap around my wrist and felt the sudden coldness of rings on my skin, and the owner of the large hand pulled me towards his hard chest. "Did I say you could fucking leave angel?" Alessandro spoke angrily his grip tightening on my wrist.