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

He spat, the angry tone in his voice, causing Chiara to tremble. “I-I’m not in love with Dante.” She said stubbornly, her gaze shifting downwards. Nico let go of her face and stood straight. In another situation, he would have found her stubbornness endearing, but this was different. He pointed the gun at her, his face hardening. “If you’re going to keep being stubborn, then fucking die!” Chiara squeezed her eyes shut, tearfully awaiting her painful exit. The gun sounded somewhat far from her, but the pain never came. She forced her eyes open, and was greeted by the sight of Nico staggering backwards while clutching his bleeding hand.

Interested, he wanted to turn his head and looked over at his back to let himself knows, who could be the one that can make himself pay attention to the surroundings but before he could do that, he noticed that the noisy class a while ago suddenly quietened down, tilting his head to the side, his dull eyes smashed to a person peach eyes that held worries on it but can’t hide the light that represent the excitement the person on his side felt at the moment, he was silent and confused for a while so Angelo raises his head with doubt and came into contact at a person eyes that belonged to a girl that couldn’t be familiar with him or to the Angelo in his consciousness that suddenly become silent

—passing across his face before the mask slammed back into place. “Then let him come,” he whispered. “And let him watch.” Luca The fog pressed heavy, muffling everything but our breaths and the slap of boots on wet concrete. My heart thudded like war drums, every second wasted another second she was in Umbra’s hands. Nico crouched low, fingers brushing a trail of blood smeared along the pier. Fresh. Still warm. His grin was sharp and vicious. “They came this way. She’s close.”

“Baby, you get diamonds. That’s your titty card.” The girl laughed, drunk as hell, pressing the card against her chest and blowing a kiss. “Who’s next?” Vincenzo said, spinning another card toward a girl grinding in Miguel’s lap, even though he was already half-dead. Angelo didn’t move. He sat near the balcony doors, one arm draped over the chair, the other holding a cigarette. Smoke curled from his lips as he watched the city. Lights blinked far off, slow and steady. Cars honked below, but nothing serious. Not yet.

Nico murmured, offering her a glass of champagne as if they were nothing more than acquaintances making idle small talk. Elena hesitated before accepting it, fingers brushing against his. “I’m fine,” she said, her voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart. Nico studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without warning, he stepped closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “You’re in deeper than you realize.” Her grip tightened around the flute of champagne. “And you’re very persistent.” "Call it a bad habit.” Nico smirked. "If you want to join the game, the least you could do is understand the situation and learn the rules. Don't just blindly jump into i

With each container, my hand started shaking more and more until I eventually couldn’t take it anymore. Why did Fabio have these weapons? How? “What do you expect me to do with this?” I gulped, eying Nico, who shrugged his shoulders. “Why don’t we sit down?” Nico and I took a seat in the separate office in the basement. I shot daggers with my eyes both eager and annoyed to hear what he had to say. “You might’ve known me as a close associate of your father’s.” Nico grabbed a big dusty book from a safe before throwing it on the table.

I replied. “My God, Pearl, you don’t know what’s going on?” She asked again. I shook my head. “No! And I wish someone could fucking explain to me what I got myself entangled in. Who the fuck is Nico D’Angelo? I cried. My God, who have i fallen in love with… Why does he hunt me still...like a lingering presence everywhere I am? “You might want to sit because I want you to get your facts right before I sign away my fiancée’s blood.”

Angelo is doing his best to create relationships with smaller gangs in the city, likely to use them as reinforcements to take us down. He’s a smart bastard, that’s for sure. “All right, let’s move in,” I order, my hand ready on the bat lying beside me. “When I give the call, you move forward with the plan. Understood?” The men agree in unison. We make our way closer to the meeting point. Sticking to the shadows with a full moon is harder to do than I thought, but we make it work. Now that we’re closer, hidden in the nearby bushes and treeline, the conversation between Nico and the unknown man is clear. It annoys me that I can’t figure out who this guy is, but his slick black hair and slightl

“You. Keep Dante busy. Mislead him. If he even breathes near Via Sant’Angelo, I want you on his throat first.” Nico’s brows rose, lips twitching. “On his throat? That’s a first. Usually you ask me to dance around him, not strangle him.” “I don’t care if you dance, strangle, or serenade him,” I said flatly. “Just don’t let him get near Sant’Angelo. At any cost.” He chuckled low, leaning back with his usual smugness. “Consider it done. If I have to play the fool to keep his eyes off you, I’ll play it well.”

He is about to rescue me but end up on top of me. Our faces are too close to each other that it’s like only an inch before we end up with a kiss. His breath becomes heavy staring at me. As I blink my eyes, everything turned back to normal. His green eyes are taking me somewhere far. They are so beautiful that I wanna stare at them forever. I suddenly remembered the same scene making me furrow my eyebrows. He stood up and help me stand too. “I bet you will remember Carina soon,” he said when we are back on our feet. Angelo looked really the same as if nothing happened. He isn’t affected at all while I’m too nervous and is replaying the scene in my head.