Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo

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.

It was written all over her face, what the fuck did he expect? "You got something important to tell me?" He nodded, "D'Angelo is here; wants to talk" I lit up a cigar and lodged it between my lips. "Call him in." Scott nodded to the guard standing by the door and a second later D'Angelo walked right in. "Don Niko," he nodded and approached me. Bowing down beside me, he kissed the Costello family ring on my hand. "D'Angelo, what's the matter?" I know he had come here for a favor. What can I say... a devil's work is never done. D'Angelo's gaze flicked behind me, where they got stuck.

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.

Nicholas cleared his throat, stopping his brother from saying a word, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were not going to end well if we proceeded like this. “You know, the last thing that is going to make things work, Dante D’Angelo, is the two of us arguing like we are two chickens in a barn.” I said, and he rolled his eyes. “I am an Alpha, and even a chicken is a toy for me to hunt.” He said, and I shook my head at him.

Nikola sounded like cooling him. ""Non mi fido di te dannazione, riportala indietro! (I don't trust you dammit, bring her back!)," Luciano wasn't buying it. I wished I could understand Italian. "Non avrei mai pensato che saresti stato così follemente innamorato di qualcuno. Non hai mai toccato la sua figa eppure riesci a comportarti come un amante dipendente. (I never thought you would be this crazy in love with someone ever. You never touched a woman's pussy yet you manage to act like an addicted lover)," Nikola seemed to be fueling the fire as he growled louder.

“You can’t come in here. Leave now of your own will, or leave in a plastic bag.” My lip curled up into a snarl, and I slammed my hands against his chest. “Get me Vitale!” I cried out. “Miss, I’ll give you ten seconds to get back in the car before we open fire.” Anger flared in me, and I whipped back around to him. “No, you listen to me. You have ten seconds to get me Laureano Vitale.” “What is all the commotion about out here, Angelo?” a deep voice rumbled from the door. It was one I recognized despite the years since I’d last heard it. The overflow of my anxiety was wiped away at the calming, familiar tones.

I chuckled at the thought. “What are you doing here, Angelo? Why in the world are you still here in New York?” Stefano always has this stern and cold tone in his voice. Even if he’s trying to be nice, the tone is always there. Dio, to this day he’s still worse than Uncle Marco. I shrugged. “Still chasing some idiot, cugino. I will remain here until Leo and the others capture him.” “And you’re here because?”