Novel & Cerita What Book Does Nico Di Angelo First Appear In

Rose’s POV “Do you know who killed Kelvin?” I asked my Dad as he sat across me with a girl twice my age massaging his shoulder, he was moaning softly his eyes closed “Why are we having this conversation right now?” He asked his eyes still closed “Because am curious to know now that Vincent Vincenzo is dead. It doesn't make sense that the Vincenzo brothers would die one after another in the space of a few weeks” I stated. When I found out Kelvin was killed the day he was planning to marry his other woman whom I knew was Donald Dante's daughter, I was so angry by his betrayal that the only thing that bothered was that he didn't die by my hand but with the recent turn of events, I was curious t

**ALESSANDRO'S POV** I didn’t feel the pain of the glass cutting into my skin. I didn’t hear the last of the gunfire or the shouts of my men closing in. All I saw and felt was her—the lingering taste of her lips on mine, her blood darkening her dress, her body slumping into mine with a smirk on her pale, bloodstained lips. “Dio mio,” I breathed, catching her before she collapsed fully. I used my left arm to lock around her waist, and fired my pistol at the bastard who'd aimed for me with my right hand.

He could be playing along until he got a chance to flip the tables. But despite all of that, despite everything, I would still clean his wounds. And I would still protect him even if he drove a knife through my chest right after. Because when it came to Angel Di Cristina, I had never been in control. Not even from the start. *** After cleaning his wounds, I grabbed my phone and ordered food from a nearby Italian place. Penne pasta with chicken and creamy Alfredo sauce. Angel needed food, and even if he didn't, I wanted to get it for him.

My cheeks heated when he let my wrist, then turned to look at Anne. “Really? I assume you heard too many things about me” He then turned to me, “From your friend” He gritted his teeth, faking a smirk then turning again toward Anne to hear her response. “Not a lot of things though…Cat doesn’t kiss and tell” She smiled at me, then winked before stepping back inside the apartment. Nico’s jaw clenched before he snapped his head in my direction, “Hot Italian guy?” He repeated, but didn’t seem curious, he already knew what that meant.

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

“L’Angelo Nero… the Dark Angel himself. The Don of I Corvi.” L'Angelo Nero??? Her world tilted. She couldn't believe it. In a life full of lies, everyone had a weakness. But she? She had two. Luca… and— “As you can guess, his real name is Angelo,” Carlo added casually, unaware of the swirling storm she was battling with within. “Angelo De Angelis.” Her chest tightened. The air left her lungs. He didn’t know. None of them did. Angelo. Her Angelo. The boy she betrayed.

His jaw was tight, lips pressed into a flat line. Nico took a slow step forward, and I swear the floorboards creaked under the weight of it. “Santiago came to me,” he said, his voice so low it almost blended into the quiet. “He wanted the same thing from me. My loyalty. My silence. YOUR life.” The words were slow, deliberate, but his anger was a living thing — I could feel it pulsing through the room. “But I didn’t take the deal,” Nico went on, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t even think about taking the deal. And then I find out—” He stopped, his mouth curling into something sharp and cold. “—that you’d already agreed to give me up.”

Elijah and I looked at one another then at him “there’s a picture in my left pocket, pull it out, maybe you’d recognize the man” His voice was stable as he spoke, but the black circles under his eyes, how much weight he seemed to have lost, and even his drowsiness told me that he wasn’t mentally stable. Elijah put his hand on my thigh, stopping me from getting up, and doing it himself. He walked toward him, and pulled out the picture, and handed it to me without looking at it. I knew who the man was. However, I wasn’t stupid as to get into such a case with a person like him, we weren’t even in charge of him in this department. “Lorenzo D’Angelo” Elijah stated sitting beside me “what does a m

Nico growls low in his throat. Victor’s jaw is locked so tight the muscle jumps. I feel the rage rolling off both of them like heat from a fire. I lift my chin and look straight at Antonio. “Fine,” I whisper. “But when I say your name… it will be because I hate you for making me.” Antonio’s smile is small, bitter, and strangely sad. “Hate is honest. Begin.” Nico moves first—fast and feral. He grabs my ankles and yanks me flat on my back.

As if everyone had heard something final in Damian’s voice and did not quite know what to do with it. I ended up near the small room they had set aside for Nico. The door was open. He sat cross-legged on the bed in socks that did not match, a book turned upside down in his lap, looking deeply offended by it. When he saw me, his face lit in a way that made something inside me go soft before I could stop it. “Uncle Luca.” I leaned against the frame. “Does that book insult you personally?” He held it up. “It has too many hard words.”