Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

Riccardo had cut off that escape route, too. He bought the gem but put the money in an account he created for me. I couldn't touch a single cent. "Gia, it's windy. You'll catch a cold," Angelo's voice was soft. He produced a pocket square and gently dabbed her lips, where a single drop of champagne lingered. The gesture was so casual, so intimate, it twisted the knife in my gut. Then I saw the platinum cufflinks on Angelo's wrist. I had given them to him. They were engraved with our initials.

“I don’t know why you’re doubting that, but look at this.” On the back of the necklace was a tiny engraving that read “Angela.” Leo pointed at the words while slowly explaining to me. “She’s my personal designer. Her brand is called ‘Angelux,’ and she always discreetly engraves ‘Angela’ onto her designs.” Of course I knew about the exclusive designer brand belonging to the Dominic family. But why was he telling me all this? Leo looked at me sincerely, gently touching the hand I had clenched tightly as he spoke softly.

“Baby, you get diamonds. That’s your titty card.” The girl laughed, drunk as hell, pressing the card against her chest and blowing a kiss. “Who’s next?” Vincenzo said, spinning another card toward a girl grinding in Miguel’s lap, even though he was already half-dead. Angelo didn’t move. He sat near the balcony doors, one arm draped over the chair, the other holding a cigarette. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched the city. Lights blinked far off, slow and steady. Cars honked below, but nothing serious. Not yet.

Holy fuck, his touch is like lightning, my body zings, it begins to flame for him, and I want to scream at myself for this reaction. Nico raises his glass, “to us Lucky Gianluca soon to be Lucky Santangelo, Queen of the Santangelo family who will give me babies, a lot of babies. I am thinking five or six.” He takes a long sip of his wine. I consider hurling my glass at him and ruining his pristine white button down. His shoulders are broad and fills it out perfectly, I notice the ink on his left hand that runs up and under the cuff of his shirt. I cock an eyebrow at him.

“With your drugs that you thought could control me? Or with your body that serves both Angelina and me?” “No way…” His lips trembled uncontrollably. “You clearly took them every day…” Angelina’s face instantly turned red. She slammed the table and shouted, “Throw this madwoman out of the family!” I ignored her shouting and slowly removed the glove from my right hand. I raised my hand. On my thumb was an ancient, heavy black-gold ring, engraved with the family emblem—a phoenix in flames. The don’s ring was the symbol of the family’s highest authority. The entire room fell silent.

If they weren't going to tell anyone about her pregnancy then I would, after all, it was a thing of joy. I sighted Angelo from afar, his back was hunched as if he had his eyes fixated on something below him. I crept slowly towards him then made a barking sound which caused him to turn around. He flashed a what's-your-problem look at me while I reacted with my fake smile. "You are supposed to be with your fiancé?" He grimaced but I shrugged, lowering my eyes to his hands. In his hand was a small red velvet box that was slightly opened. I snatched it from him and opened it only to find a gold ring which had a diamond rock in the middle.

she asked. “Just a little gift to let you know I was thinking about you while I was away,” he said, smiling. She felt a rush of excitement at the unexpected gesture, but she was happy he thought of her. She opened the box. She inhaled sharply. “Angelo, It’s beautiful! You shouldn’t have.” It was a stainless steel ladies’ watch. But not just any watch. A Versace Mystique Sunray Dial Diamond ladies’ watch. It had a white face, and a stainless steel link bracelet and casing with diamonds surrounding the bezel ring.

I closed my eyes as he traced his finger along my collarbone. I felt him put a necklace around my neck and I touched it, slowly opening my eyes. I looked down, admiring it. It was a simple gold chain with a small diamond pendant, upon closer inspection I realized his initials were graven into the pendant. A&A for ANTONIO & ANASTELA .

"For as long as we both shall live." I take Bianca's hand, pushing on the wedding band before I push the engagement ring she deserves down her slender finger. The red diamond looks good on her, and her eyes widen as she looks down at her hand. "Niko," she whispers in protest. Subtly shaking my head, I pass her the Luca ring Dimitri supplied for me. It's plain, with no meaning, but that's okay. I don't need a piece of metal to signify the bond we are creating. She takes it with shaky fingers before nodding almost to herself.

So as the night went on, Arcangelo got more and more involved in the auction, buying more and more for the event. He ended up buying jewelry and gems and artifacts. Paintings, and antiques. Watches and cars. Everything and anything that captured his attention. In the end, he bought a simple necklace which had a 14 karat gold chain with a solitaire sapphire pendant. Even from where he sat, Arcangelo could see that the blue of the stone was the exact blue of her eyes. "The starting bid is of five thousand dollars." "Ten thousand," Arcangelo announced as either gasps or groans filled the hall.