Nico Di Angelo X Percy Jackson Novels & Stories

Nico We stare at each other for what seems an eternity. His eyes are blazing, the anger showing all over his face as his face goes red. Dario clenches his fists by his side. “So, help me God I want to smash your face in right now, Nico. I am your fucking brother. What the fuck do you take me for?”

He thinks Nico is just another boy in the school. But Nico is a Romano. A mafia heir. A son to the ruthless Mafia Don Lorenzo Romano. And no one walks away after putting their hands on something Nico has decided is his. “Let her go,” Nico says again, lower this time, softer, but somehow worse. Like the calm before a hurricane. Alessandro’s sneer falters for half a second before he recovers. “What if I don’t?” The crowd gasps. Nico tilts his head, his smile widening. “Then you’ll regret waking up this morning.”

Peerce was silent after his question fell that Angelo had no choice but to pick up the files in front of him that was hand by Peerce a while ago and opened it to read what was his first subject and for next subjects he needed to attend for today, he closes the file he was holding when he finishes reading and memorise it enough then went on to say, “I’m off to my class. Thanks for being my guide and apologies for the rudeness I showed and also I hope you won’t interfere with what attitude I will show around my future classmates” Angelo made a noble gesture and turned his back at Peerce, this time, Peerce didn’t remain silent and make a sound.

said Damian , walking towards them . " Boss ? " said Derrick surprised when he saw Damian . " I ask you to take the file and I find you here arguing with a kid . " said Damian grabbing the file from his hands . " No , boss ! You misunderstood me . He is..... " said Derrick but Angelo walked forward in front of Damian . " My name is Angelo . I am Antonio's son . " said Angelo . Damian looked at the kid and only when looking at him carefully , did he notice the cute chubby cheeks , hiding under the hat and the familiarly cute face .

" 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 . "

“On what your fucking plan is, Chris. Because if your plan is to just hide in a beach house with your pet stripper and spend the next six months fucking –“ “Cut the shit,” Christian snaps, his eyes almost glowing with rage at Nico’s audacity and disrespect. Nico smirks a little bit, I think pleased to have riled him. “If that’s your plan, Chris, then no. I’m not on your side. But if you’re actually doing something here…” he lets his voice fade off, letting Christian fill in the blanks.

Me spotting her across the restaurant, was it part of her father’s plans to kill Dante? “She has a target on her back, Angelo,” Nico continued. “That’s the truth. Every family that lost someone to X now knows he had a child. They’ll come for her. They’ll come for us if she stays here.” “You don’t know that for certain,” Lorenzo said firmly. “Well, I bloody do,” Nico retorted. “There have been conversations underground.” I rubbed my forehead. Their voices were drilling into my skull. “Enough,” I said quietly.

“Let him feel the same what he makes you feel, shouldn’t he? He deserves it!” “Yes, he deserves it. Scumbag!” Blue mutters as well. “Just look at him. He looks pissed off!” Jeremy laughs and dominated by the curiosity jumping inside me, I steal a glance at Dante who is glaring at us. I sigh, finally not minding Jeremy’s deed. Being stupid friends of mine, I know they do not like the people who has hurt me once. Dante Rocco is one of them.

And more in this case where I knew the people who would be taking the last breath are the ones who had hurt my mate, the thought of drawing the blood of whoever the malicious monsters are felt like a beautiful scenario. "So we'll wait?" Jason questioned. "Yes, we will wait," I responded raising the beer mug towards my mouth. The taste of the beer is way less appealing than the taste of my Angel's scent on my tongue. I'd just met her and I already knew I could even die for her.

"One more thing, you and your dance group will perform for him...you may choose your song...wear something, sexy...Don't let me down!" I began to cry, and mother tugged me by the hair. "What do we say about crying?" She scolded. "That its a weakness and strong women don't cry." I answered. Mother handed me a picture. "He's very handsome." I knew only three things of Carlos Romaro. One, he was super sexy, and one very sought out bachelor and millionaire of New York City. Two, he was now Capo of the New York Arch angels famiglia. And three, he is known as the Reaper of New York city, because he shows no mercy when it comes to killing. He likes to make his victims suffer painfully and sl