Nico Di Angelo の小説・ストーリー

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.

“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?”

While still holding his cigarette, he blew the smoke and smirked. “Hah, looks like things are more interesting than I expected around here.” He chuckled. Angelo went back to the parking lot and got on his bike before driving away from there. Inside the restaurant, Nicolo was cleaning the table beside the window when he saw Angelo leaving, looking displeased. Angelo kept on driving his bike until he stopped in front of a black and white modern mansion. “I’m back, open the gate.” He ordered through the CCTV on the gate and a clicking sound was heard before the gate is opened and he rode his bike inside the mansion’s indoor parking area.

“He’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

She called, wanting to stand up from the bed to get closer to him but he quickly reply. " Sit back. Let's have a conversation " Iris obeys his order slowly. She sat back on the bed as she watch him took a seat on the small couch that was just few steps away from the bed. Near the couch was a small table where a lamp stood on and beside this lamp was a pack of cigarettes. Maximo lowered himself on the couch and took one of the cigarette and lighted it up. All the while iris only sat on the bed carefully, watching his sensual movement. To her, Maximo Santino is more than just a human. He is different , he's more like an ideology, he's a revolution. With gun in his hand, he became a gangster an

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

I say. "He has never once in his life compromised," Nico says. "I have worked for him for eleven years. He does not compromise. He acquires things and gets what he wants." He looks up finally. "He is soft. Specifically for you. Which is—" He pauses. Something moves across his face. "Actually fine." Dante stares at him. "Was that a compliment," Luca calls from the sitting room where he and Isabella are doing something involving building blocks that has gotten competitive.