Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

She turned to Nico, lips parting as if to say something, but as usual, the underboss was already looking past her, his focus on Nero alone. Annoyed, she let out a sharp breath. "You two are unbearable," she muttered, before she turned on her heel and stalked out. The door shut behind her, leaving only the two men in the room. Nico stepped forward, pulling something from his pocket and placing it on the table. It was, the gold signet ring that they had gotten from the boy at the scene, but this time, it was two. Nero frowned, finally setting his fork down. "What the fuck. Nico? Two of them?"

“Depends on where.” Carlos groaned. “God, can you two flirt after the meeting?” Nico winked. “It’s part of my report.” “Careful,” Dante said finally, his tone quiet but sharp enough to draw blood. Nico turned to him, unbothered. “Relax, Don Lucchese. You have the ring. I’m just admiring the fire you keep locked up.” Dante’s jaw flexed. “Admiration gets men killed.” “Then I’ll die happy.”

There was a pink diamond ring inside. When he saw it was at least nine karats, the bodyguard knew it had to cost a fortune. He wondered whether it was a surprise Nathaniel had prepared for Angeline, so he turned to Angeline and asked, "How should we deal with this, Ms. Lawson?" As soon as Angeline saw the ring, she knew who was behind the gift—it was Ned. The summer after their SATs, Ned had followed Angeline back to Anne's place. He'd secretly drafted designs for a ring and told Angeline he would have her wear the ring he'd designed when they married.

He places a kiss on my lips and pulls away, resting his forehead against mine. “Thank you for sticking with me. I love and need you so much that it scares me sometimes. And I wanted to take this moment to reinforce my promise to you. I want to stay beside you for the rest of our lives. I can’t imagine living a single day without you. That’s why…” Angelo releases me and stands from the couch, only to kneel in front of me. He takes my right hand, and with the other, he removes a diamond ring from his pocket.

As they reached their seats, their hands still clasped together, the applause reached a crescendo. The master of ceremonies announced the ring exchange, and Donatella and Mikhail stepped forward, their eyes locked in a cold gaze. Mikhail took Donatella's hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he slid the silver ring onto her finger. The ring sparkled with a 2-carat diamond, surrounded by intricate filigree and smaller diamonds that danced around the band. Mikhail's expression was equally cold, his eyes narrowing slightly as he released her hand.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

Nico comments as the jeweler walks over with black velvet tray containing three rings. I pick up the thinner rose gold band. It’s simple but it’s the engraving on the inside that catches my attention The Italian Trinity NVA. Then I pick up the two titanium bands with a carbon fiber strip. They too have the same engraving. “Anthony, is thoughtful. He might make us both look bad. Although, I think this could inspire our tattoos” I joke, making Nico chuckle deeply. “I think he might make me look worse than you.” Nico jokes back and we both laugh. Maybe it won’t be so bad being the wife of two sexy Dons.

"Only legally, right?" Angga looked directly at me, giving me a look of hope that was very painful. Yes, I accepted it at that moment with a quick nod. Hadn't we been destroying each other all along? What was there to face later? I don't know myself, just a little bet on the fate that God has given. "Hi, Wife!" Angga scolded. "What the hell, Angga?" Only then did I realize the circle of white gold solids crowned with a speck of diamond lodged in my ring finger. Although it looked very simple, it wasn't cheap at all.

They were clearly well cared for. Nico stood up politely. “Hello, sir.” Damiano gestured to a box placed beside him—fruit, healthy snacks, toys. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Nico.” “You’ve been very good,” Damiano said, signaling for a rare limited-edition race car. “This is for you.” Nico stepped back. “It’s too expensive.” Lucia smiled softly. “It’s from Signor Damiano. Take it—and say thank you.” “Thank you, Signor Damiano.”

It was a pomellato rose and white gold nudo diamond ring. This cost as much as six million. "Raphael this ring cost six million if not more. It's expensive. Why did you pay that much for just a ring?" "I'll get you the best items Nicole don't even worry about that shit. I actually wanted to buy a pragnell plantinum masterpiece diamond ring but it was sold out so I bought the second most expensive" If there was a word for being over-suprised then Nicole's face had that look."What the fuck. That ring cost fifty million plus. I don't even spend money like this Raphael" Nicole chided.