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

"I’m fine." I stopped in front of the desk. "What are you reading?" I asked. Nico placed his hand on the cover of the book. "The Ledger," he said. My stomach twisted, the Ledger, the book of debts. The reason I was here and the reason my father was gone. Nico noticed my reaction, he picked up the book and held it out to me. "Open it." I hesitated. "Nico..." "Open it, Elena." I reached out and took the heavy book.

In fact, he looked like a patient, calculating hunter who had just watched his favorite prey willingly walk straight into the center of his trap, sealing her own doom with a sweet, pathetic ignorance. Slowly, deliberately, Dante tilted his head, his sharp jawline tightening as he inhaled deeply through his nose. His gaze swept downward in a slow, insulting arc—taking in the oversized flannel shirt, the baggy jeans, the combat boots, and finally resting back on her wide, paralyzed eyes. "You took your sweet time coming back, Angelo," Dante’s voice was a low, velvet purr that reverberated straight through the floorboards, stripping away whatever microscopic confidence she had managed to scrape

She blinked hard, trying to clear the fog in her head. "Figlio di puttana," Antonio hissed through clenched teeth, leveling his gun at the figure blocking their escape. Her heart skipped when she recognized Nico. He stood at the mouth of the alley, backlit by the flickering streetlights, gun already raised and trained on Antonio. But with the way Antonio held her, it felt like the barrel was pointed straight at her. "Why?" Antonio asked, his voice laced with restrained fury. "Have I not been good to you?"

But the moment I see the two of them whisper, and Angela walks out while Nico steps beside me like a shadow, I understand perfectly. The guard dog has changed, but the leash remains the same. Nico doesn’t say a word when he steps into Angela’s place. Not a greeting. Not a question. Not even a glance. Just that cold, hardened stare past me, as if I’m nothing more than a chore he never wanted. Perfect. Nothing new there .. I could feel Nico’s eyes on me the entire time, even though he pretended not to look. He was here to make sure I didn’t run or do anything “reckless.” And honestly? The thought alone made me want to do something reckless.

“Before dragging my uncle to that filthy basement, Accardi’s men beat him to a pulp… Papà told me that Angelo’s entire body was covered in blood. He recognized him from the tattoo my uncle had…” “Oh, my God…” His face was etched in such hard lines of pain that it made her heart ache. The tears Thea kept pushing back found their way out, rolling down her cheeks. “Accardi went on with his sick revenge and decided that Angelo had to die. Papà pleaded desperately for his brother’s life to be spared, but the bastard laughed in his face… He turned and faced the man behind him… Luca Palladino… and asked him to…” Damiano stopped and looked at her. A paralyzing cold wrapped up her entire body, and so

Celestina stalked towards me closer and whispered with glee into my ears. " Yes...that's right...That tongue belonged to Nico's first son.I just wonder what Nico has to say to that" My breath seized as Milo inserted. " You don't know Nero De Santoro.He isn't called the Mafia God for nothing.If he couldn't get to Nico,he figured he have to do it through Robert,his twenty year old first son." I was suddenly cold all over and I was shaking.God knows what Nico would do now as retaliation..My children..

I brace myself, my palms sweaty and shaky where they're bound in front of me. Just when I think all hope is lost, Nico shouts, "Fifteen million!" The room starts murmuring in hushed tones, the other men shifting uneasily in their seats. I can't believe what's happening. Nico Demonio, the same guy who once treated me like a troublesome little sister, is bidding on me. I remember the way he used to ruffle my hair and call me "little one" with a patronizing smile. A small part of me is thrilled right now, but the larger part is terrified. What does he want with me?

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙙𝙖𝙮. She finally questioned , about my name, only if she knew. She wouldn't dare to do so again. But I involuntarily blabbered my name, Nico , the one mom used to call me. I don't know why, but I told her ,a strong force compelled me to do so, and I did it. I never ever told anyone my nickname, or none ever dared to ask. I am only Capo in the world of blood, drugs and Mafia. A person everyone fears, a name whose existence is enough to drop a shiver in spines.

Just like how the angel Michael was the battle angel, destroying the demons while being good and pure. Maybe I'll call him Michael, it'll be my own secret name for him. I doubt we would meet again; just like Mabel said, he probably ended up in M&T's by accident, but I knew it'd take a while for his memory to leave my mind. If only... Nah, there's no way.

ANGEL’S POV I already had a strong feeling that I had messed with the wrong guy earlier. But as I followed him and saw so many men bow to him when he passed by, my fear increased and I wished I could run. Vic seemed to be a man of importance. Or one of the leaders… I couldn't tell. My fear was eating me up, that I didn't notice he had stopped walking and bumped into him. “Sorry,” I mumbled. A young man appeared by his side with an iPad. I stole glances at him and noticed he was wearing a Rolex and his suit was Armani.