Nico Di Angelo Will Solace Novels & Stories

But he deigned to win me over. Angelo Vecchio’s face bore a storm of unbridled anger, his mask of commanding aura all but broken. Now I could see it, the desperation that flickered in his gaze, the shame I had laid bare. Nero had been a dark horse and had been able to take over territories faster than any one of his people could blink. Even now, Angelo could not hope to lay a finger on him without the help of someone from the inside - a traitor. “If you want my help,” I continued, crossing my legs. “Then you will guarantee my safety. I want a way out of this mess when you're all done. A new life. Everything should be handled before he’s six feet under.”

“I want to leave the apartment. I need to get out and breathe fresh air.” “Open a window,” he said. “Seriously, Nicholas?” I said in annoyance. “That’s not?—” “Angel, I have to go. Lorenzo will take you to my place, and I’ll fuck you all night when I get back. Would that make you feel better? To have that sass fucked out of you?” he jested. “You ass?—” “The answer is still no. That’s my final answer.” I was ready to unleash the tirade brewing inside me when I heard the unmistakable sound of the line disconnecting.

" Nico let her go now ." I opened my eyes and what I saw left me at a loss for words . " Cleo are you okay. " "I'm fine Carlo what's going on? " I looked at him seriously and be respectfully responded "Angelo had relapsed and started using last week . He's on the road to recovery. I'm just removing every temptation. He hid it from Luigi but when, I found him passed out a couple of hours before the dinner party at the Luigi .He stopped and he's been on the straightened arrow . "

“Well, I'm okay. Just going to have to drink those pills prescribed by the doctor, and I guess I’m going to be fine.” “That’s good,” he said, nodding. Then, “Do you need anything?” “I’m okay, Nico. I just want to be alone, really.” “Okay. I understand,” he said nodding. And just then, Angela walked in, gave Nico this angry look, which I had never seen on her before, and then set the tray down. Nico looked at her, then looked down, and walked out the door, closing it behind him. Angela went on dealing with the food situation, putting the tray on top of me and then standing over me like a prison warden as she said,

RAFAEL: “We’ve got thirty seconds before his backups reboot. Move now.” Lucien grabbed Solene’s arm. LUCIEN: “We’re not running.” SOLENE: “We’re not. We’re leading him somewhere he can’t come back from.” As they backed toward the service tunnels, Angelo straightened, eyes glowing faint gold. ANGELO: “Run, then. But know this when I come for you next, I won’t be wearing someone else’s face.” Solene’s reply was ice. SOLENE: “Then I’ll make sure you don’t have one.”

He glanced briefly at the screen, and his expression dropped as he glanced back at me. "It's fine. Answer it. What if it's an emergency?" I said. He answered the call and went out to the balcony instead. "Luca! Nico is hurt, and he won't stop crying! I'm so scared…" Angela's crying voice was immediately heard on the other end of the line. Even I could hear her voice despite Luca's attempts to cover the mic with his hand. There was a worried look on Luca's face as he said, "I'll be right there."

“You know the drill, Nico. Angelo can’t expect to send an attack on one of our shipments and get away with it.” He grits his teeth. “He’s going to take your territory whether you like it or not.” I snort aloud, unable to help myself. “Again, I’d like to see him try.” I press the bat further into his throat, slowly crushing his Adam’s apple. “So when you see him, give him this message from Enzo.” Amos squats in front of Nico, a wicked grin splitting his features. “Fuck with us again, and we’ll make sure every last one of you ends up in a body bag.”

JULIET POV I think my jaw is hanging on the floor. Why the hell have I not seen any videos of Arcangelo performing online? Or his songs on a streaming platform? His voice rings out in the bar in low, deep, and rough tones. It caresses my skin in slow sensuality and tiny pinpricks of electricity. Alonso's body is a wall behind me, and it's like I can feel every muscle as Arcangelo's words drift over us. I saw you standing in a side street

“Or until Dante’s dead. Preferably both.” My hand drifted toward my gun. Marco’s voice came through my earpiece. “Hold position. Alessandro’s got this.” “I tried,” he said, his voice quiet but determined. “If Father were still alive, I would have asked you to confirm everything. I tried, at least.” Nico’s smile faltered, just for a brief second, before he recovered. “Father’s dead. He doesn’t care anymore.” “No,” Alessandro said, his voice soft but steady. “But I do. And that’s why I’m here—to apologize. I need peace, Nico. I hope you’ll accept it, so we can finally put this behind us and move on.”

Don Angelito crouches on the floor to level his eyesight. His hand caresses from his black hair down to his cheeks and chin, lifting it up to look in this eyes. “You’re good deeds are enumerable only in one of my precious hands. Are you defying me, cutie pie?” Angelito’s words are freezing; however, underneath his vocal cord is the warmth feeling he wants to send towards him in this moment. Life already sent his torment… that’s why Angelito doesn’t want him to suffer more. “I hate you—“