Nico Diangelo Novels & Stories

“Here comes the prey.” The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist. Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.

Before Caleb could rush to the parquet floor, the music changed to a fast-paced dance and Alfred released Diana. Curbing his temper, Caleb sat back down at Nicol’s table. “Hell,” Nicol said to Caleb and motioned to another man—about the same shorter stature, around five-ten, with brown hair tinged with red. “Ross is headed this way. Guess he’ll think I couldn’t score again.” Caleb took his eyes off Diana and stared at Nicole. “You said you hadn’t courted any lupus garou.”

The fuck! Niko Giovanni was lazily sitting on the other side of the red curved booth looking at him. His dark hair with hints of gray at his temples was greased back. The black silk suit fitted the Italian’s obese frame exceedingly well. He was wearing a black tie with small white diamond shaped patterns. “Trevor Hudson,” Niko said like the cool cucumber that he was. “I haven’t seen you in what? Four years?” Fuck you, Niko! Get your own ass.

She stood next to me as I rang the bell, and soon the door was opened by a middle-aged woman. "Hello, can I help you?" "We are here for Mason De Luca." "I'm sorry, but Mr. De Luca won't be receiving any guests today." "Angie, who's at the door?" She opened the door wider. "Gravano! You made it, and you brought your girl with you." "Mason, yes, she's the one I told you about over the phone." "Come in; we can go to my study. Angie, please make sure Mrs. Alessia feels comfortable while Mr. Gravano and I talk," he said, looking around.

Noah only started pursuing me when the deal was off. “But I’m not a good person. He is meant to be the good one, he should have stepped away,” Cian rants, at this point hardly making sense. I want to shake some into him, make him realise what he’s doing, and what he’s risking by being like this. “But the world is always against me. That’s why I was made to be a Sin.” “We don’t need to take this out on anyone Cian,” I remind him. “I do feel guilty, but I’m not going to apologise about making my decision.”

I uttered, and he kept nodding his head. He's about fifty, and he's really big and looks so scary as f*ck. "Okay, your drinks are free. Order anything you want. Charge it on me. You hear that, Brad? This young girl here is one of the greatest DJs in the city. You should watch and listen to her music. She also sings, and that's just perfect." He bragged, and he's so proud of it. I just looked at him weirdly. Well, it's good that there are people who recognize you because they could offer you a free drink and would let you make trouble.

"My name is Dylan." The guy shouted through the music. I smiled at him and nodded my head, telling him I heard what he said. "I'm Carmela." He pulled me by my waist and I yelped at his action. His arms snaked around my waist making me stiff under his touch. He smiled at me, not a scary nor friendly smile.

‘til now, I had only read about him on the internet. “Miss Sanchez??” I'm pulled out of my head by Anastasia's voice. “Hmm??” I hummed, looking at her to repeat whatever it was that she had just said. “I asked if you would like something to drink??” “Just water would be fine, thank you” I told her and she left, leaving me alone with Nico. I had never really met the man and he was rarely on the news but looking at him now, I couldn't help but take note of the similarities him and Dino shared with their father. Black thick long hair, dangerously deep grey eyes, perfect eyebrows and a sharp jawline except his was covered by a stubble… they were a handsome bunch, that much I wasn't ashamed to ad

The last thing that I needed was to give into my anger while drunk. “How are things going here?” I asked, noticing that despite it being evening, the place was empty. That wasn’t like the place, especially on weekends. “Not so well lately, I don’t know if you heard, but Lorenzo De Mori decided to open a club across from us. The girls are Italians, and most are seductresses by nature. I believe that some are even slaves, but there is no hundred percent guarantee to that.” I shook my head, already knowing that he would be doing something like this. There was no opening a club without having him as a challenge. To say the least, he always knew how and when to tick my buttons.

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.