Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo

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

I accidently blurted out and they both looked at me. “You’re dating someone?” James asked “You sneak” Tattia said “no… wait… I didn’t mean..” I didn’t continue because the door opened and Dante walked in with Antonio and Gio behind him. In the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that Dante, Gio and Antonio were basically Kian, well what I knew of him. Antonio was a master manipulator I saw him work his magic on Serena and Gio was just evil if he wanted to be and Dante, well he didn’t really show much. I made it my mission to try and get a read on all of them.

" 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.

“No my love, it was even stupid to test you. You've actually never asked me for anything more than my attention and I failed to realize that” “I love you Geena Stones”. “I love your Dariel Montague”. “About that, my name may not actually be Dariel,” he said with a little laugh. “Please don't pull any pranks on me”. “I'm not my dear. A man came to me saying he's my late father's lawyer. He showed me pictures of my late parents. I am originally from Italy and my name is Nico. Nico De Luca. My dad owned a multi billion empire and being the only son, all that is mine”.

"That day, you asked me what do I do or living. Yes I have the engineering firms, and I am the biggest supplier for engineering instruments in the region. But it’s all a mask. It’s a camouflage, to hide the real me. The real Lucas David. I... I am the Mafia. I rule the underworld, in this country and foreign too. I hold more than 80% shares in the black market. I have my hands dirtied and strained in the blood. I have inhaled guns smoke. I have killed more people than my age. I deal in all black and white. And if you agree to be a part of my life, you will be automatically entitled as part of Mafia. Do you think you can live your life with a stained person like me"? Lucas held his hands reve