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

He stepped back and leaned against a counter his shoulders taut with tension. "Nicole's father is a mafia lord that rules the east coast. He's a very dangerous and ruthless man. He and my father used to be allies. That was the period I met Nicole." He looked up at me and gestured for me to come to him. I swallowed before taking slow steps towards him. He reached out and grabbed my hand when I was just a few feet from him. He turned me around and made me stand in between his legs, with my back flushed against his body as he snaked his arms around my waist, locking me in place.

Her fingernails resembled claws, curved and sharp. I was saved from answering by Nicco who climbed into the limo, pissed. “What are you doing here, Angelica?” His voice was hard and flat. “I wanted to be the first to greet you after your long trip,” she answered in a breathless tone, nothing like the one she spoke to me in. She leaned forward, showing off her cleavage. “You should have stayed home,” Nicco said, firmly. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear.”

With a shaking voice, he blurted, “You can’t kill me. I know what I've done, but I’m willing to change. You can keep me as your rat against the Russians.” I kept my calm, despite the revelation. From the look on Nico’s face, the word Russians had mistakenly slipped out of his lips. At least now I knew he was working with the Russian Mafia, popularly known as the Bratva, and smuggling women and children. This was all part of that big fucking chain that had started twenty-four years ago. If I was right, I knew who Nico and the other rats had been working for. “A traitor’s always a fucking traitor, Nico. You would’ve said the same thing to that damned bratkis if this situation were to be revers

He said goodbye and handed her yet another note. Remember when we first met. When I first saw you I thought I was imagining things. You had the same eyes and the same smile as Amanda. I thought that was the reason I was attracted to you. But I would be lying to myself if I say that's a fact. I fell for you because you are you. You are my angel. The moment you cried and I held you I wanted to protect you forever. I wanted to be always by your side and not let the world hurt you. I hurt you though in the most dreadful way I can imagine and for that my angel I apologize. Go to the bar you used to work for. Cassie had no idea that since she went to the apartment Nicholai was following her. She w

"Twelve years with the family and eight working directly with Dante." "And you're loyal to him." "Completely." I looked at the stone wall at the far end of the path. Four meters at least with a smooth face and nothing to grip. "Even knowing what he does." Nico was quiet for a moment in the thinking way rather than the defensive way, like someone who had sat with that question before and arrived somewhere honest about it. "There are worse men running worse things in this city and I've seen them up close," he said glancing at me sideways. "Dante has lines he doesn't cross and that matters more than people think."

I say with a smile, and he nods. “I am, but Dante and Nico are in a disagreement. Nico wants nothing to do with Sylvana after we found out what really happened, but Dante is forcing him into this. Nico knows he has no say because his Capo spoke and it is killing him.” Dario says and slowly stands to get up. “I should go get Nico,” he says, then a few minutes later his Bugatti started up and sped after his angry brother.

“Now, if you want to take back the Barone legacy… and end what your mother started… I’m ready to serve.” Bella stood straighter, eyes burning. “Then we begin now.” Nico poured two glasses of something dark and sharp-smelling… grappa maybe, but neither Bella nor I touched ours. He stood behind a massive oak desk layered in hand-drawn maps, aged files, and yellowed Polaroids that looked like ghosts from another lifetime. One of them showed Riccardo Barone flanked by men in suits, including a much younger version of Nico, eyes sharp and filled with the kind of clarity only loyalty gave.

Angelina POV My heart hammered violently against my ribs, echoing the terrifying silence in the hallway. The knocking had completely stopped. He had left. Danzel was gone. I was going to die here, butchered on the filthy tiles of a nightclub bathroom. The man pinning me to the wall smirked at his partner, his eyes gleaming with sick anticipation. I had to do something. I absolutely refused to let my life end so pathetically without putting up a fight. Acting purely on survival instinct, I opened my mouth and clamped my teeth down violently onto the fleshy part of his palm. I bit down as hard as humanly possible, tasting the metallic tang of his blood.

Yes, if it took this long to find me," without thinking. The second those words left my mouth, my hand flew up over my lips, and my eyes went wide with horror. What the hell am I doing? The man’s brows rose slightly, genuine surprise softening the sharp angles of his face for just a moment. A breath of silence passed between us before the corner of his lips twitched—not quite a smile, more like a predator amused by its prey. I quickly cleared my throat to try again, my voice breaking, "I mean, really-there's been some kind of mistake. I didn't steal anything. I wouldn't even know how, Mr...?" "Dante." "Right. Yes. Mr.Dante. Really, I...."00

His large hand came down in sharp, stinging smacks—ten of them—until her skin glowed pink and she was dripping down her thighs. “Count them, princess,” Dante had growled, fingers teasing her soaked folds afterward. “And thank your Daddy for correcting you.” She came on his fingers while sobbing the words. Now, on the fifth morning, Nico summoned her to the library. The room was breathtaking—floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, a massive mahogany desk, and leather sofas facing the ocean view. Nico sat behind the desk in a crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up to reveal powerful forearms and tattoos. Dante leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching her with hungry eyes.