Nico Di Angelo Will Solace Novels & Stories

“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.

I traced the door handle, then the window button… “Don’t think about it, love.” My eyes snapped in his direction. “What?” Nico was staring straight ahead, a gun in his hand. “Don’t think about what you’re thinking right now.” He turned to me with a wide smile on his face. “How do you kn—” He blew the end of the gun. “Unlike Angelo, I won’t hesitate to kill you. It would bring me pleasure.” Bastard. He was now second on my list.

While still holding his cigarette, he blew the smoke and smirked. “Hah, looks like things are more interesting than I expected around here.” He chuckled. Angelo went back to the parking lot and got on his bike before driving away from there. Inside the restaurant, Nicolo was cleaning the table beside the window when he saw Angelo leaving, looking displeased. Angelo kept on driving his bike until he stopped in front of a black and white modern mansion. “I’m back, open the gate.” He ordered through the CCTV on the gate and a clicking sound was heard before the gate is opened and he rode his bike inside the mansion’s indoor parking area.

We left the motel office together and climbed into his car. "We'll find him," Nic said, squeezing my shoulder. "You know that.” "I don't know what I'll do if he..." "Don't even think like that," Nic growled. "We'll find him and he'll be fine. Six knows how to survive." "Angelo has him." Nic's eyes widened. "What the fuck?" "Yeah. Text Dario and tell him to dig into Angelo. I know everyone was vetted, but things change. I want to know what he's been up to in the past few years."

“Angelo shouldn’t have died.” He looked shaken. I had never seen him like this before. He grabbed my shoulders and looked at me with desperation in his eyes. “You know what this means. Angelo is dead. Nico will become the head of the Bellini family, and that asshole won’t be easy to convince lending us more money. We’re already drowning in debt. If that drug fails, we’ll be under the Bellinis’ thumb.” His hands slipped from my shoulders.

Arcangelo's voice sounded detached and his eyes even duller. Nodding, her father stood from his place and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. One could see from the glass doors how Nicole's expression morphed from panic to confusion then into shock. A hand placed to her mouth with tears streaming down her face. She shook her head in desperation, the tears blurring her vision as she clutched at the front of her gown. Her shaking grew worse and her voice rose, trembling on the bed with tears flowing like a never-ending waterfall. Arcangelo hugged her close, allowing her to sob into his shoulder as she clutched on in desperation, begging for him to be lying.

If I were in his shoes, I would be just as driven to anger and hatred as well. “You must hate me too.” He shakes his head. “You and him are very different people. I could never hate you. Dante doesn’t. We all don’t hate you.” “You don’t know that.” “I do. Dante doesn’t show his emotions, but from what I can see, all I see is a man who cares deeply for you.” “So, what are you going to do?” “We’re going to make sure Saccone doesn’t lay a finger on you.” ♠ I was alone with Rob back at the penthouse, feeling like I was in perpetual limbo. Nico stayed for a few hours, got a call, and then left. But not before reassuring me that I would be safe with Rob. “The casino is practically a fortification.

"Paradise?" Nico smirked, his hand brushing a curl of her hair behind her ear. "What? You thought you were headed straight for hell? Not you, stellina." She stilled under his touch. "I'm complicit in all of it, Nico. There's only hell for me." His fingers lingered on her skin, tracing the soft curve of her cheek, the angry hue of the bruise Antonio had left on her. Nico's anger threatened to explode, but he forced it down.

I said. Theodore hesitantly took the pills and looked at the water suspiciously. I sighed and drunk some of the water. "See? I didn't poison it. Now have it," he finally took the advil and looked at my neck guilty. I'm guessing he could see his handprint. "I'm sorry Andrea. I was jea- mad," he said. "It's fine Theo," I said smiling at him. Something probably made him mad at work. He walked two steps towards me a I stepped back bumping into a wall.

I retrieved my phone and dialed his number. "I've been expecting your call, Nicholas," Angelo's voice came through, hoarse yet composed. That was his demeanor—hard to discern his emotions, but always ready to take action. He had been one of my father's rivals until his demise two years ago. Recently, I saw the wisdom in making peace with him and even started collaborating on certain business ventures. None of us wanted to be on each other's bad side, as it would jeopardize our respective businesses. "Yes, Mr. Angelo. I heard about this morning's incident and decided to come straight to Italy from London. If you're available, we can meet and discuss the situation," I proposed. After a prolong