Nico Diangelo Novels & Stories

He gives me a slow, assessing once-over, like he’s cataloguing risks. No comment. Which somehow feels worse. “He oversees everything,” Nico continues calmly. “If I’m not around, Enzo is in charge. What he says goes.” Then Nico shifts slightly, “This is Adriano Costa. My capo. He commands my men.” Adriano’s gaze locks onto me like he’s deciding whether I’d bleed easily. There’s no curiosity there. Just instinct. Violence sits on him comfortably, like it knows it’s welcome. So… definitely not a brother.

Dante's Pov "Boss, you just spent two million on an accountant." Nico's voice carried a note of confusion I rarely heard from him. He kept glancing in the rearview mirror at the terrified young man pressed against the opposite door. I didn't answer. I was still trying to understand what the hell I'd just done. Two million dollars. For a person. Luca Marino, twenty-eight, accountant. Those three facts and the fierce defiance in his eyes when he refused to kneel had cost me two million dollars.

He smiled and extended his hand as if to be rather pleasant. "Hello Miss Moretti, I am Nico Delgado." I said as I observed the different rings on his fingers and gave him a handshake. "Hello," I said. "Nico is my youngest son, and he is twenty-one years old. The elder is your fiance, Marco stated while observing me. Future spouse. As I came to terms with my destiny, the foreign term whirled around in my head and startled me once again. Shit. I wanted to go for a run, but I am unable.

I said and looked him dead in the eye. “Good,” he responded, his shoulders relaxing just a little bit. “I’d be worried if you weren’t.” “So it’s a done deal then?” Nico asked. I looked at the paper again. “Yes. Yes, it is.” I picked up a dagger without a second thought, cut my thumb slightly, and stamped my blood print on the paper. “It is done.” “Don Angelo Armani,” Nico declared with a big grin on his face. “It has a nice ring to it, wouldn’t you agree?” He tossed the coin to me.

“Those fucking pricks! They are trying to get my company to join a project with them. Oh, they will fucking pay. As for the whore that is my wife. Sis, you and Rebel can do whatever you fucking want with her. She is already dead to me,” Nico shouts as he kicks a chair into the wall. I’m not the only mafia Don who has legitimate business. Nico and Nate both work in the same sector and do business together. They are giants in their field. Then again, with a father like Antonio Moretti, they have to be.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

I don't need anything else to help me fan the flames of my crush. "I'll get the contract for you to sign, and then we'll go on a tour of the new wing." Mrs. Cosgraves stands and turns to a filing cabinet. She pauses as she slides out a drawer, glancing at me over her shoulder. "By the way, what did you say your boyfriend's name is?" This part, I can blame on a pure brain misfire and the fact that he's been so much on my mind over last day. Or maybe it's a manifestation of extreme wishful thinking. Whatever. It happens. "Nico." I smile as I say his name. "Nico Angelos."'

He said to the secretary and she turned to leave after giving one last glare at Lizzy who glared back. When the door was softly closed, he turned to the young woman who had switched her glare to him. "Young lady, who are you and how can I help you?" He asked in a professional voice. She rolled her eyes. "That's not a problem. I am Elizabeth Michaels if you wanna know." He kept staring blankly at her, waiting impatiently for her to go on. He needed to bury himself back into his work, which has been his only source of comfort since the confrontation with...

14 Luciano “Capo, la mia signora è con quel tipo di nome Rory Johnson. (Boss, my lady is with that guy named Rory Johnson.),” Domenico informed me, I was looking at the monitor and watching them walking past my men looking at them with surprised eyes. I fisted my right hand as I saw her holding that candy fucker’s hand. I wanted to break his hands. How did he touch what I touched?! How dare he?!

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”