Nico Di Angelo Novels & Stories

“You two are going to be…” Nicolas let go of Angelina and getting down on his knee in front of Aiden, he grabbed him by his collar and forced him to look him in the eye “come again?” “Tyler?” He asked, frowning in confusion. “Nicolas D’Angelo” Nicolas answered coldly. He grabbed his chin, and digging his fingers in his jaw, the man flinched, trying to move from his grip; however, Nicolas simply tightened it, drawing out blood. I looked at Dante who glared at me, clearly annoyed by what he just saw happening, but putting a hand on my waist, his touch was gentle despite the anger “what are you going to do?”

“You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

“He didn’t die. He just changed names.” Juan narrowed his eyes. “What do you mean?” “They don’t call him Bishop anymore. They call him Chancellor now. He’s running things. Quietly. Through front people, fake companies, even charities. He’s not just moving drugs or weapons. He’s moving codes. Technology. Stuff I don’t even understand.” Juan stepped closer. “Is he in Sicily?” “I don’t know,” Marco said. “But he’s close. Close enough to use your routes again.” Juan reached out. “Let me see that notebook.”

Nico could even lie to Vince, but how would he lie to himself and deny that he was dying to make Maddie scream his name in bed? “Right.” Vince smiled, pleased. “That's my boy! Now, let's talk to that piece of shit. Who was it, by the way?” Nico pushed Vince out of the room. “Tommaso Greco.” “The son of a bitch doesn't know what’s coming his way!” Vince said it with a demonic grin. Nico knew that the traitor wouldn't get out alive. No one who betrayed Vince could stay alive. All the men in the mafia knew that they were at risk of dying at every moment. The question was not if, but how.

Although, he didn't let it show much but I knew he was controlling it. Hm… if he can tease me, why can't I? So, I let my lips curve upward, smirking, "Nobody. Absolutely nobody." His features sharp and eyes narrow made me wonder if he was truly angry or just annoyed. "Don't test me, Angel." I raised my brows, "Really?! You can say anything and when I return the favour all you say is 'don't test me'. Of course, I'm going to test you if you are going to 'test me'!" I finger quote the 'test me'.

His clone, a much older version of him just got back from talking to the lady and has reported everything he wanted to know. "So she chose the hero after all," he giggled. "This will make me happy!" he yells, turning upside down, good thing he has got wings. "What do you want me to do?" "I want you to call your self Ni-se-mo-no! The angel who has got the loneliest eyes she has ever seen!" He sang and then laughs wickedly, announcing the wind of what is on his mind.

I mumbled. "You wouldn't say that if you really know me," he said taking small steps towards me and I also moved steps backwards in fear. "W-who are you?" I stuttered. "I'm Theodore Black. The owner of Black Enterprise Co. and also one of the most powerful Mafia leaders in the country," he said studying my reaction. I stood there shocked and scared for myself. Why on Earth did I speak to him like that? I was sure I heard that name before but I just didn't know where and now that I know, I wish I didn't.

Katherine: Power always announced itself before people did. It always reflected with the way others looked at you when you walked into a room. I felt Lorenzo D’Angelo before I saw him, his scent sharp with ambition, his presence restless, coiled. Rogues like him never truly learned how to be still. They survived by moving, by taking, by refusing to kneel. So when he stepped into my territory unchallenged, I smiled. “I didn’t think that you would come.” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

' I snarked cutting him off. 'You see.' she said getting off the counter and moving to the seat next to Angelo 'I love my ass but if I stay in bed all day like you it might get flat like the bimbos you fuck. And why would I do that to my precious ass?' She turned her head to Angelo. 'Who is you?' 'Angelo Novellican.' 'Hm, did he kidnap you as well?' 'No.' 'Are you sure?' 'Yes.'