Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

"What did you say?" Lina immediately took the box and carefully placed it in her palm. "Ms. Vito, Dario put a lot of thought into this. He'll be heartbroken if you don't accept it." When she spoke, the ring on her ring finger sparkled underneath the lights. I stared at it and suddenly reached out. She thought I was going to take the necklace and held it out with a smile. I didn't. Instead, I took her hand—the one with the ring on—and held it up in front of Dario. "This is a limited-edition snake-shaped ring that needs to be pre-ordered half a year in advance. It costs 180,000 dollars.

Nicki scoffed, folding her arms under her breast. “ Don't push your luck.” He leaned closer toward her and whispered into her ear. “ And if I do?” Nicki also whispered back into his ear. “ You won't survive it.” “ You can try it.” She smirked at him. He was even more handsome than he was the previous night. Dressed in black jean trousers and shirt, with a Burberry wrist watch which could probably cost a fortune and Berluti sneakers. He was an epitome of divine beauty, with two piercings at each side of his eyebrows.

“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?”

I had loved Nico for as long as I could remember, and now, just when I thought I was finally getting my fairytale, it was being ripped away from me. But love was a luxury in the world I came from. I had duties and obligations, and no matter how much it hurt, I would fulfil them. Nico reached into his pocket, revealing a small velvet box holding a stunning diamond ring. Then, to my surprise, he stood and moved around the table, lowering himself onto one knee. My breath caught in my throat as he looked up at me, the ring gleaming between his fingers. “Gianna Ammassari,” he said, his voice steady and emotionless, “Will you marry me?”

It wasn't all a lie "Nico D'Angelo was a husband, a father, an investor, a crazy person, and a mystery. But he loved intensely above all else; most especially, he was passionate about those who were unaware of their own worth.” People in the crowd leaned forward. My voice cracked just a little. "I am establishing the Nico Legacy Foundation in his honor, beginning with the *Angels of Fire* pageant. A celebration of bravery, tenacity, and creativity!” I exclaimed, and the crowd gasped before erupting into a loud cheer. That was when I saw her; she was dressed in black from head to toe, Camille. Camille sat at the back, wearing a black veil as a mask, and feigning tears behind her gloves.

“Not for him. Never for him.” They listened. Enzo's jaw flexed. Crow’s cigarette burned down to the filter. Angelo sat forward, hands clasped between his knees, eyes dark with the kind of loyalty that didn’t need words. I pulled out the ring from my coat pocket and laid it on the bar. It was no polished diamond. No perfect circle of lies. It was a black opal, wild and vicious, flames trapped beneath its surface. It shimmered with colors no one could name—like fire, like blood, like her.

I said and looked him dead in the eye. “Good,” he responded, his shoulders relaxing just a little bit. “I’d be worried if you weren’t.” “So it’s a done deal then?” Nico asked. I looked at the paper again. “Yes. Yes, it is.” I picked up a dagger without a second thought, cut my thumb slightly, and stamped my blood print on the paper. “It is done.” “Don Angelo Armani,” Nico declared with a big grin on his face. “It has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you agree?” He tossed the coin to me.

Deangelo's gaze settled on Rosita, who stood before Romano, who knelt on the floor with an open ring box in his hand, a massive diamond sparkling inside. Without hesitation, Deangelo drew a pocket knife from his waist, tossing it at the box. The blade struck right, knocking the ring from Romano's grasp and sending it clattering to the floor. "What the fuck, Scorpion? Are you trying to kill me?!?" Romano yelled like a bulldog.

"I may not be sexy as you..." My eyebrows just didn't reach my scalp because they were too high, but I was stunned. I raised my left hand and showed the sparkling diamond ring on my finger. "But look at me... I'm NICKY ALPHONSE LEOFWIN, ladies! An angel made in hell, your Boss' cute wife! Ha ha!" I smiled at the girls who were just dumbfounded by looking at me and the ring I was wearing. "Ciao!" I turned around and laughed out of the elevator which immediately closed.

“I prefer something… less barbaric.” Nico’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Barbaric?” He nodded towards the ring. “These men are fighting for glory and for money, Ms. Romano. This is as real as it gets. But I suppose a woman like you wouldn’t understand that.” Elena arched an eyebrow. “You’d be surprised what a woman like me understands.” The smile slipped, replaced by a calculating gleam in Nico’s eyes. He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her up and down.