Nico Di Angelo Will Solace Novels & Stories

L'Angelo snickered before muttering under his breath about revenge. "I'll make you feel relaxed tonight. Your favourite masseur." I whispered. L'Angelo's face got replaced with a dangerous smile and he bit his lips and looked down at me. "I'm holding you on your word." He smirked and I felt my pulse rise. TBC Ashley had already

“Please, Anthony, he doesn’t have much time.” Anthony’s eyes swirled between blue and green, changing all the time. “My dear, I can’t guarantee that it will work, but I will try my best.” He said and sat down next to Nico’s fever wracked form and touched his face. “Pray that this works, Necolai.” He bit into his wrist and held it over Nico’s slightly opened lips letting his blood drip into his mouth.

Nico looks up from his mobile, then hits the side button to close it down. I scurry around in the footwell placing everything back in my bag and release my seat belt. “Let me,” he says as he leans in close and presses the release button. I can smell his expensive musky cologne; it fills my nostrils. I catch myself inhaling deeper. Under other circumstances I might like the idea of fucking Nico Santangelo. However, it is what it is and my anger and disappointment take over. I slap his hand away, “I’ve got it. I’m not a distressed damsel.” He removes his hand as if I burnt him, making me feel guilty. That’s a new one on me, why do I even care?

he muttered into my hair. I sniffed. “He said he wasn’t happy. That I didn't make him happy.” Nico scoffed, pulling back. “Oh, please. Anthony’s version of danger is not labeling his leftovers. You’re way too good and exciting for him.” I managed a weak laugh. Nico smirked. “You know what you need?” “To drown in ice cream?” I asked, looking up at him “Better, Amore!” He grabbed my hands, yanking me up. “We’re going to Prism.”

“ Why are you smiling like that ? “ asked Damian laughing a little . “ I am just thinking……….how weird life is . I mean , I was only thinking about taking revenge and become the leader of the Landar family . It never crossed my mind that I would be standing at an altar “ Revenge always leaves a bitter taste and emptiness in the hearts of others but…….I never knew that the taste of my revenge could be so sweet . This is my sweet revenge . “ said Antonio with a smile . “ From now on , it will get even sweeter from now on . “ said Damian with a warm smile as he patted Angelo’s shoulder . “ Mommy we will be forever together and happy now , will we ? “ said Angelo . “ Yes , son ! After every stor

“I don’t do things out of the goodness of my heart.” “Definitely not.” “So why did I spend my afternoon driving a convict to a garage in Hackney?” Nico was quiet for a moment. Then, carefully: “Maybe because you wanted to.” I looked at him. He shrugged. “Simple answer. Not always wrong.” I didn’t respond to that. Mostly because I didn’t have a good counter-argument, which was its own kind of answer and I wasn’t ready to look at it directly. Nico raised his glass. “Okay. No feelings. Solutions instead.” His grin returned — slow and dangerous and deeply familiar. “What can I do to fix whatever this is?”

I scrolled through the message. Angelo: I managed to get away. I was lucky. Ivory: You should have helped. Now its over. Angelo: It isn't over yet. The cops are still looking for me. Ivory: Then get out of town. Angelo: I intend to. I'm sorry about your brother Ivory: I still haven't forgiven Anthony for that. That was too painful. Angelo: But did you seal the deal? I really need some cash.

, Ginevra grasped the doctor's clothes and pleaded "I'm sorry", the doctor removed is clothes from Ginevra's grasp. "I'm here already", Angelo said panting. "Here's the antidote", Angelo said with a smile. His smile gradually turned to a frown when he saw sad looks on everyone's face. "What is it... did something happen. I'm with the antidote, isn't that supposed to be good news", Angelo asked Luca walked to Angelo and pulled him into a tight hug which he did not reciprocate.

Gio hums, “He’s the one that broke your heart?” Tears well up in my eyes as the pain I felt returns, Vincent curses at Gio and he apologises. “Don’t cry baby, it’s over now, I promise you I’ll break his face once the deal is over.” I shake my head, “No, I want to do it.” Vincent kisses my temple, “And I’ll let you.” “Okay, I need you, two psychos, to leave my office, I have a meeting in 30 minutes,” Angelo says as he walks to the door.

Nico stayed close, his hand brushing mine subtly as we moved toward the elevators, grounding me after an intense day. As we drove home, Tulio bounced in the back seat, full of excitement and energy. “Angel, you’re the best!” he exclaimed, holding up his little trophy—half his lunch, half his enthusiasm. I laughed, ruffling his hair again. Nico’s hand stayed on mine, his calm presence anchoring me. Outside, the city lights blurred past, and I felt a sense of quiet victory. Emily had tried, but she was no match for careful planning, preparation, and the quiet but firm partnership Nico and I shared.