Novelas y relatos de Nico Diangelo

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

“You’re still my Sottocapo, my Consigliere, and I demand you act like it!” “Just hit me now, then. Because I can't stop thinking about her! I've tried, but she's everything to me, Vince. She doesn’t want to listen. She ignores me!” Nico opened his arms, swaying, barely able to keep his balance. “Knock me out. I need it. I need to lose consciousness for a while.”

Alessandro spoke in my ear then walked away with his bodyguards. I never needed bodyguards I could do everything by myself plus I knew if I had a bodyguard I would be tempted to piss him off and he would shoot me probably something like that. While Alessandro was gone, doing God knows what, I had a drink, maybe like eight shots. I was so fucked up right now and needed some fun. "Hey beautiful gimme me a dance" A man with a deep Italian accent said coming up to the bar eyeing me up and down.

The point of no return. Nora, always one to dig her own grave, scoffed. "How dare you say that? You brought this on yourself. You were never good enough, and you know it." Her voice dripped with venom. Then, with a smirk, she glanced at me. "And I bet that’s why Mr. Giordano didn’t even deem you worthy of a proper marriage. Don’t flatter yourself, Moore. He’s not standing up for you—he’s doing it for the public eye."

I'm incredibly close to my family and having my mate fit right in would be the icing on the cake for me. “Hell, I wish I knew. Does anyone even know who this guy is?” Nick asks as he runs his hand through his head. The room goes quiet but then my mate's soft voice breaks through the silence and her answer throws me through a loop. "Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is."

Take Harper to the rivers edge and summon Margo, she owes me a favor' 'Nixon he's gone' Luca answers his voice cold and full of anger. Two words that hurt me more then the bond being broken, two words that stir a new emotion deep inside that I didn't know existed. Niro lets out a deep growl that make the very earth below my feet shake as he takes control. My bones crack on an agonizing way as Niro seems to of grown in a matter of seconds. 'I love you' the faint voice says as I stand looking down on the two men who helped Viviana. Niro whimpers and I try my best to link back but the bond between us has been strained.

Holy fuck, his touch is like lightning, my body zings, it begins to flame for him, and I want to scream at myself for this reaction. Nico raises his glass, “to us Lucky Gianluca soon to be Lucky Santangelo, Queen of the Santangelo family who will give me babies, a lot of babies. I am thinking five or six.” He takes a long sip of his wine. I consider hurling my glass at him and ruining his pristine white button down. His shoulders are broad and fills it out perfectly, I notice the ink on his left hand that runs up and under the cuff of his shirt. I cock an eyebrow at him.

“He’s been having some problems with the kids at school and… not having a father. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea or get his hopes up.” My heart that was soaring now crashes. I forgot how cruel little kids can be at times. I draw my hand towards her cheek and stroke it gently. “I understand,” I respond in Italian. “I won’t give him any reason to think we’re more than friends unless you really want him to know.” She seems relieved. “Thank you, Nero,” she says and I take the plates from her and walk to the dinner table. As we eat dinner, I make a point to include Nereo in the conversation. He’s a bright kid, full of energy and curiosity. It’s not long before we’re talking about soccer,

“She trusts me as her father’s friend. And while Diego knows that I killed her father, she doesn’t. That is a line that I am going to play with.” “You will take her for a fool?” Nico asked, and I smirked. “I can assume that the two of us already know that she is one.” I said, and he laughed. “I am only going to use the information that I know and I am going to help her. You know, nothing better than your father’s friend wanting to take you as family when you’ve lost everything. And if I give her a higher rank, all the better.” “What about Mario and Vieri? They are not going to allow it.” Nico said, and I nodded.

Nicholas cleared his throat, stopping his brother from saying a word, and I took a deep breath, knowing that things were not going to end well if we proceeded like this. “You know, the last thing that is going to make things work, Dante D’Angelo, is the two of us arguing like we are two chickens in a barn.” I said, and he rolled his eyes. “I am an Alpha, and even a chicken is a toy for me to hunt.” He said, and I shook my head at him.