What Book Does Nico Di Angelo First Appear In Novels & Stories

"For kids her age, I don't think it's healthy to always keep them locked inside." "I will," I muttered, my voice tight. "Soon." She nodded, returning to hum some soft tune only a child would know. I turned away before the warmth in my chest could betray the ice I'd carefully built around it. In my office, Nicolas was already waiting. I lit a cigar and stepped into the dim space, the smoke curling around me like familiar ghosts. "Talk." "She's a ghost," Nicolas said without hesitation, sliding a thin folder across my desk. "Cassie Roglas. No digital footprint, no documented past, no official records. Not in the system, not in any files. Just a name and a face that shouldn't exist."

Enzo's hands shook as he held the diary out. "Don Conti! Please, look at this! I found it while organizing Madre's things! I know she didn't want you to see, but you need to know how she lived these past two years!" Dante's fingers twitched. He turned his head, taking the worn diary, flipping to the first page. [Today, Dante didn't come back again. That's okay—he's busy, I need to be understanding.] [Nico has a fever. I called him, but he hung up. Later, I saw Alessia's social media—turns out they went to see the snow. The snow was beautiful… but my heart is colder than the snow.]

She knew, without a doubt, that the hand had belonged to one of Dante’s informants. Tucked beneath the hand was a small, bloodstained note. You took from me, DeLuca. Now I take from you. - Nico. Dante’s fingers curled into fists. His rage was a tangible thing, crackling in the air like a storm ready to break. Isla exhaled slowly. “It’s a warning.” Luca nodded. “And a declaration.” He turned to Dante. “Nico’s not backing down. He’s making this personal.” Dante’s jaw tensed. “It was already personal.”

* * NIKOLAS Vincent, his cousin had snubbed this meeting, and Angelo had fucking disappeared. Nikolas swore that if he found Angelo in one of his rooms fucking any of the servants, he would kill him. It wouldn't be the first time he'd caught his friend's pants down with one of the maids__ Not even the second, or the third. Meeting with Valentina's family and some of his associates was wearing him out. Maybe he needed a drink or a smoke. Nikolas was forced to halt when he spotted Angelo, but his friend wasn't alone.

“Mafia? Oh hell nah! I don't ever want to get involved with those blood suckers. He doesn't look like he's one of them.” Nico smiled. “Oh no. Don't tell me you like him.” “I don't even know his name!” “Yet you're blushing.” He poked my cheek. “Anthony never made you blush talking about sex.” I shoved him off the bed. “Out. I need to shower off my poor life choices.” As I got out of the shower, I saw Nico sprawled across my couch like a starfish, his mouth full of my latest experiment. “Holy shit,” he mumbled around the food. “What is this?”

But now, even with his tailored suit covered in a mess of frosting and icing, Luca still looked at the boy fondly while wiping off the cream stuck to the boy's nose. I had never seen such gentleness and tenderness in his eyes before this. "Slow down, Nico. Eat it properly," he said gently and affectionately. Nico Bernardi was also the first name stated on the will just now. My gaze shifted, landing on Angela Fasano next to him instead, dressed in a white frock. She was leaning slightly toward him in her seat while wiping off the icing and frosting on Nico's hands. "Look how much Nico looks like you, Luca," she said.

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.”

The phone cracked in his grip, pulse roared in his ears, and after that, silence—silence so large he could hear the thud of his own heartbeat. He began to unbutton his shirt. “You were saying...?” “No foreplay? Fine.” Alessandro sighed. “Yes, blah blah blah, Zayne, Gianna, yes. You’ve caught my interest. Somehow you’re even more of a pain in my ass than your fucking brother. So here’s the thing—I want you dead.” “Sad. Usually you’ll have to wait in line.” Nico zipped up the black hood. “But you’ve got a VIP card. Where should I meet you?”

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.