Nico Diangelo Novels & Stories

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

Ethan replied but before Jacqueline could say anything her phone rang "Ciao Alejandro," she greeted "Sto bene, tu come stai?" she replied with a smile and Ethan watched her surprised she could speak Italian "Nessun problema, noi ci saremo," Ethan heard her say and she brought the phone down "So you speak Italian?" Ethan asked "Not fluently but yes," she replied "Okay, so that was my friend Alejandro. He is inviting us to the Casino tonight," she informed him "You can go, I am not interested," he replied moving his gaze away from her

" You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? " Giovanni was quiet. I was in awe of the power Nikolai was exuding. Despite being much younger than all of the mafia Dons in the room, he commanded respect. " What is it that you want Nik? " Gio asked. " Only those who are close to me call me Nik. You and I are not close, Gio so call me Nikolai or don't at all. As for what I want, I want nothing. My wife will decide what she wants to do about this whole situation. "

Our long conversation was cut short when a man interrupted. "Sorry to interrupt but Luciano needs Ms. Martinez in his office." He spoke. He had a italian accent too. His curly hair sat on top of his head. He was about 6'1 and he had a nose peircing. He was wearing all black too. Does no one know what color is? Sam rolls her eyes and scoffs "That's Nico, Luciano's annoying right hand man." She say pointing to him. Nico sticks his middle finger at her. I stand up and Sam stands up after me, grabbing my arm. She begins dragging me towards the stairs.

After the third ring, the person on the other line answered “Dino the one and only” “Hey Angelo, how are you doing? “ Dino replied. He had put the call on a loud speaker so we can both listen to it. “Doing great, still a bit bored of Italy” He replied. “Then return to New York” “I’m planning to. Anyway, why did you call? “he was quick to change the topic. “Nate is here he has a question to ask you” I cleared my throat before speaking. “Hello Angelo, its been quite a while." I didn’t know him that much so I felt sort of uncomfortable talking to him.

she exclaims. Nico nods solemnly. “Stiff. Emotionless. Cold.” Vincenzo throws a bread roll at him. But Nico just dodges and smirks proudly. I laugh, the tension melting. Then Vincenzo points right back at Nico. “Oh, really? Should we talk about your break-up?” he blurts out. Nico goes still. “No, let’s not.” “Oh, we are,” Vincenzo insists. “Elena should know how Rome’s favorite playboy got dumped on a voice note.”

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

"Oh, please. You left the club with the Vincenzo De Luca. You think we wouldn’t find out?" Nico grinned. "Babe, the man owns half the damn city. And he just so happened to take you home? We did our research." Noel groaned, dragging his hands down his face. "Guys, nothing happened, and nothing will, okay? And we didn’t even fuck!" Ariel and Nico gasped. Ariel clutched her chest. "What do you mean you didn’t fuck?!" Nico narrowed his eyes. "So let me get this straight…you had the chance to be railed into a new tax bracket and you just… what? Slept?!"