Nico Di Angelo Ring Novels & Stories

Another fake businessman with blood smeared all over his ugly face. His smirk was enough to make me want to carve his smile off. “He has the card in his inside pocket. Right side. He's a dick, don't make it obvious baby and don't hit him. We need the card." “I won't hit him, baby.” I spun lightly, L’angelo pulling me back in with an easy strength. “Any security?” “Just one,” he said, his breath warm against my ear. “Big. Dumb. Watching me.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m prettier,” I said, smiling wide for the crowd.

Except for Alessandro and me in the middle of the street, it's completely deserted. The tall buildings that surround us have slideshows of Daisy, Alessandro, and I. The buildings also have changing lights that turn everything red, blue, purple, orange, green, and yellow. "Della." From behind me, Alessandro calls out. I turn around, my gaze leaving the lovely sight in front of me, and my gaze falls on Alessandro, who is currently on one knee, holding a small red velvet box out. Inside is a black ring with a diamond in the center, a smaller diamond on either side of the big diamond, and a slew of miniature diamonds running the length of the ring.